Tempest (7)

It was a new week. I grabbed my clothes as I tried to multitask by taking a spoonful of my breakfast of rice and fish stew alongside. I was running late again. I could as well give up on my self-development plans and agree I was a perpetual latecomer. I skimmed through my Chm 156…

Tempest (6)

“We would see later in the day jo!” I giggled as I ended the call from Ifeanyi. “You and this Ifeanyi. Hmmmm.” Sandra said, winking at me. I knew what she meant. My friendship with Ifeanyi was fast-paced.  In three weeks, we were the best of friends, doing almost everything together. We sit together in…

Tempest 5

“You should eat something.” Sandra said to me as she pushed the plate of spaghetti to me. “And I don’t even know why you are going for the lecture.” “I can’t afford to be missing classes.” I replied, wincing with slight pain in my abdomen. “First class things, abi?” She winked I replied with a…

Tempest (4)

I was in class the following day when Dare sent a reply that told me he already knew I was going to change when I became an undergraduate. An excerpt from his message reads: “Is that not how all of you do? We teach you what it means to be a big girl and then…

Tempest (3)

Dare was the guy I dated as an SS3 student. Don’t be shocked. He wasn’t even my first. I like to call him my fourth, although the third relationship I had is best referred to as a “half” relationship, for a number of reasons that included we never seeing each other throughout the period. It…

Like Fire

  Have you ever looked for people who are doing similar things to what you do? Like scroll through someone else’s Facebook wall, or Instagram handle, etc. I have. I sometimes scroll through other writers’ wall here on Facebook (someone like Ife-Grace Dada, who I have never met but have been greatly inspired by) or…

Tempest (2)

I eventually went to a fellowship service the following Sunday—but not the one that sister invited me to. I chose the one Sandra attends. I loved the worship session; the harmony of the voices of the worship team was undeniably perfect. There was a time during the service that I thought everyone else, but me,…

Tempest (1)

PROLOGUE Fear and faith dined together. Forgiveness sought to buckle Anger’s shoe. In the city of being true, comparison owned a tent. We were beaten blue and black in the village of Yore. Our backs ached from burdens that were not ours. We bit our lips and whimpered, but that was all we could do….

Called

Nifemi looked at Uche again, this time very stealthily. Uche’s plump arms were raised, and her eyes completely shut. She looked even prettier. Nifemi winced again. She knew she should be praying like other people, but her thoughts were nothing close to the prayer point.   She looked at the brother leading prayer as he…

We see the future too

Embittered, battered and betrayed To the empty world our minds relay The wordless anguish of the raped Forgotten, silenced and laid. *****   The memory of the nightmare Still fights to keep our hearts bare Even in the midst of the funfair All we hear is the sound of the tear. *****   The world…

I didn’t die

Alani, I loved you My desire for you was tempestuous Like a quest for water in the desert I thought I would not make it without you But I didn’t die. ********** Asake, your beauty consumed me Like a fire devours dry twigs and leaves Your eyes were like fire, exposing the depths of me…

Image

This is a word that has several meanings, one of which is the mental picture or the impression one has about someone or something. Impression is more about what something seem, and not necessarily what it is. When I wanted to start taking writing (which is an example of a public affair) much seriously, one…