Some time ago, the class
representative for my postgraduate class announced to me and other postgraduate
students that he was on a mission to find where to buy chicken breasts, fried
rice and juice, because that was what our head of department, a large buxom
woman who inspired no real academic intelligence, specifically requested as her
refreshments. She would have no other chicken body parts. Just the breasts. So
the class representative was saddled with the great and uncommon task of asking
servers at the university restaurants if they had chicken breasts.
THE 2020 COMMONWEALTH SHORT STORY PRIZE—HOW TO MAKE THE SHORTLIST
Saturday, September 28, 2019
For the obscure aspiring writer without
traditional publication, the commonwealth short story prize competition is a
good place to start the journey of gaining international visibility, literary
credibility and the much-desired validation every young writer seeks—having
people affirm that your voice, your story matter.
THE TRANSFORMATIVE POWER OF MOTHERHOOD A. K. A. THE POWER OF MOTHERHOOD TO DISFIGURE.
Thursday, September 19, 2019
FBI 80, OBINWANNE OKEKE AND THE BURDEN OF BEING NIGERIAN
Friday, August 30, 2019
What is in a name? That which
we call a rose by any other means would smell as sweet—Shakespeare.
What is in a name?
Shakespeare in his classic book Romeo and
Juliet was simply trying to say that the content of a person's character
cannot merely be judged by the name the person bears. But Shakespeare never met
Nigerians.
SHIT HAPPENS: WHY WE ARE A NATION OF REMORSELESS OPEN 'DEFECATORS'
Friday, August 23, 2019
A humorous exploration of why
Nigeria brazenly remains a country of shit slinging people even in the face of Trump’s
shithole comment.
SHOW ME THE WAY [FICTION]
Wednesday, August 14, 2019
In the glistening heat of the
afternoon, the sun a luminous hot haze, Bank Road a flurry of cars, buses and
pedestrians gauging traffic, gearing for a sprint across the road, Arinze stood
bent with his hand to his chest, coughing and feeling his eyes burn and water.
A convoy of tinted jeeps sped past, their sirens loud, jarring. A rundown
overly tinkered bus stood parked by the road, its speakers blaring
advertisement in Igbo about a herbal concoction that cured erectile
dysfunction.
UNDERSTANDING THE PECULIARITIES OF NIGERIAN CHRISTIANITY: A CRASH COURSE FOR PERPLEXED PEOPLE
Friday, August 9, 2019
Here is what you need to know
when you wake up to the shocking realization that you've been labelled a witch
by someone dear to your heart.
CATCALLS AND A FLUSH OF GRIEF
Sunday, August 4, 2019
It would be correct to say
that as a daily ritual the regular Igbo man swallows a morsel of garri dipped
in a well-made soup of arrogant pride. The average Igbo man on the street has a
heightened, albeit, unwarranted sense of his own importance. I cannot speak for
other ethnicities, as I am Igbo and live among the Igbo.
A TEMPESTUOUS MADNESS—PERSONAL NOTES FROM THE ASYLUM OF TRYING TO CONCEIVE: PART 2
What do you do when a woman
gets too close to your husband?
Answer: Pray NAKED at 3am (A
tweet from Glory Jaiye @glojaiye).
A TEMPESTUOUS MADNESS—PERSONAL NOTES FROM THE ASYLUM OF TRYING TO CONCEIVE: PART 1
In the period while I tried
to conceive, an irrational madness descended on me, swamped me, made a person
unfamiliar to myself. Medicine says it is normal for you not to conceive
immediately within the first year of unprotected sex—no need to worry or to subject
yourself to vigorous laboratory testing to verify your reproductive abilities.
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