It’s December again, and as you have seen on Instagram, the “Phune” boys will be here (in naija) soon. They speak with an intonation that leaves you wondering what particular country you would trace their accent to. With the “init”s and “aii”s and all that brouhaha they seek to confuse us with. There’s nothing supernormal […]Read more "Phune People"
Part 4 I ran. I ran as fast as I could to the prefects’ lounge. There he was. “How could you.. do this Obiora, how dare you?! I’m carrying your baby!”, I screamed just as my palm landed on his face.The room was dead silent. It was common knowledge that my aunt worked as a […]Read more "A pen. A pad. A scarf. My glasses. The clock. IV"
#memoirsOfAKopa It was supposed to be a good day. The state coordinator had told us to be happy and feel privileged for the opportunity to serve our nation. He made a first class in Architecture from OAU. Despite the strikes and killings, he escaped only to be a victim of the government’s indiscretion. “Tk is […]Read more "Where is My Khaki?"