skip to Main Content

A Man Who Cooks

That Monday morning, I did not wake up in a hurry. I did not run into the shower. I did not jump into my clothes, and breakfast was not left-overs from Sunday night’s dinner. I lounged lazily, with Ezinwanne and Nneka watching a TV drama series. None of us had...

THE BANKING HALL PERVERT

“She’s going to slap me!” I said to myself, unsure of what defensive demeanour to assume. Do I wait for her to accuse me, and then in a calmly measured voice tell her it wasn’t me while pretending to be offended? Should I make my denial very indignant, to validate…

The Story Of My Wife

My wife becomes a mute when mad at me. She would completely ignore me, pretending not to hear anything I say, and getting her to say even a word becomes as futile as cooking a stone in a sieve. Her…

Back To Top