CategoryShort story

DEAR FRANCA SERIES: I NEED THERAPY

‘Good morning Franca.’ Dolapo said as she walked briskly behind her boss. They were heading towards Franca’s home office located on the left wing of the duplex where her boss lived. ‘Morning Dolapo. Do we have a letter in the story collection box?’ ‘Yes, ma’am. One came in this morning.’ Franca entered her office and settled into a black high chair...

WE MET AGAIN: A SHORT STORY

Last week, I woke up with a feeling that something great was going to happen to me. I couldn’t exactly place what it was going to be, I was just happy. When I got to work, my boss called me into his office. ‘I want you to represent me at the CBS Business Summit. I won’t be able to attend because I have a meeting with one of our big clients.’ I was really excited. Me...

SISTER MARTHA: A SHORT STORY

29th January 2015, I lied to my mum that I wanted to spend the night with my best friend, Yewande. I told her we had to study overnight to prepare for our JAMB examination. It was easy to convince her to release me that evening. I had written the exam the year I graduated from secondary school and failed. I scored far below the general cut-off mark for admission into any government owned...

WHAT TEMI’S DEATH TAUGHT ME

When I got out of the airport, Ranti had my SUV stationed at the entrance. For one moment, my heart swelled with pride. I have money. Money is good. It solves all the problems in this world. Just show them your mint notes and gbam! doors unlock. Ranti jumped down from the car and rushed to take my luggage before opening the door. I climbed in. It was time to change my car. I made a mental note to...

FIGHTING TEMPTATIONS: A SHORT STORY

Bunmi slid her hand down to my chest but just before it reached my thigh, I grabbed her hand and pushed it away. She hissed and cat-walked to her seat. It took several seconds to stop the effect that touch had on me. My body shook with physical desire. Bunmi was an attractive young woman and one of the smartest women I’ve ever met. With a skin that glowed and contours firm enough to send a man’s...

BROTHER JOSHUA IS STALKING ME

 I was washing my clothes at the back of the hostel when I heard some sisters from my fellowship talking about a brother. His name is Joshua. I was in 400level when Joshua got admission into my school. We lived in the same area in Lagos and his mother had assigned me the duty of a guardian. I had to leave home before the resumption date to help him with the registration process. It was such a...

WHO WILL MARRY YOU?

I’ve not eaten any home-made meal in three days. I can’t believe it myself because I don’t play with good food. I’m the kind of girl who’ll prepare edikaikong and semo the night before a major exam. I still remember the shock on the faces of my friends when on the morning of CHM 115 exam, I rushed to the market to purchase ingredients for fried rice. I figured since the exam was for 3p.m...

I HAVE A BABY FOR YOU

Written by Ife-Grace I don’t get it. When I said No to Bro Yemi’s proposal, most of the sisters in the Executive unit took the matter personally…One even rolled her eyes at me in disgust. Abeg, can’t I make my choice? Hear what one sister said. ‘Who in her right frame of mind would say No to the Papa of the second largest campus fellowship in Uniben.’ This was...

THE CHOIRMASTER WANTS TO MARRY ME

Written by Ife-Grace I joined the choir because I loved to sing. In fact, Singing is the only consistent thing I’ve done in my life. I sing in the bathroom, on my way to school, in the kitchen and many times in my dreams. When I’m sad, I sing. When I’m excited, you’ll hear my voice loud and clear. Forgive me, but I’m that lady who sings before sharing a testimony in church. I know it annoys some...

ON SUNDAY OF LAST WEEK : A SHORT STORY

On Sunday of last week, you walk down your street swinging your husband’s free hand while he holds your son with the other hand. You stand on tiptoe to kiss him on his cheeks. He pleads with you to stop. He says such actions are meant for the bedroom and not for public display. You chuckle and stubbornly make another attempt but he moves away, laughing. Your two-year old son giggles...

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