LIWULI

While attending the Ake Arts and Book Festival 2016 in November, I met Poet Shittu Fowora. I could tell almost immediately how passionate he is about poetry. In the short while we spoke, he told me, nay, taught me a great deal about poetry than I could have imagined learning within such a short period….

Ask Me About Good Food (Banane Pesee et L’oeuf)

METHOD Fry your plantain till golden brown or till done. Could be as ripe as you want it. Make the omelette. Cut out with a cutter to achieve desired shape. Arrange on your plate. Enjoy. Try it and lemme know how it goes!

TEN STORIES (X) MABEL

‘Are we sure we’re ever going to get out of this traffic?’ Mabel quipped, popping her head out of the car to see what she could see. Folu who’d gone to check the cause of the traffic log jam in front was coming back with a hopeless frown. ‘A car broke down in front,’ he…

Read and Think Outreach IV

Hola again from all of us at Project Read and Think! Have you been wondering how and where we’ve been? We’ve been fine and working! On the 5th of this month, we were at Balogun Model College, Ilorin. Our resource person Mr Ajayi was up to the task as usual helping students get their academic…

TEN STORIES (IX) QUEEN

    Queen. The name that readily comes to mind when people talk about first loves. Queen, the only Queen with no crown. Maybe I’d have been her crown, if destiny had smiled on us, if fate had been consenting. She resumed at my school second term, JSS three, short, chubby and dark complexioned. At…

TEN STORIES (VIII) JANE

I first met Jane eight months ago. And I liked her almost immediately. By like I mean just like, the way you like a pleasant, warm, likeable person. Plus, she had an aura of sweetness and warmth around her. I’d gone to see my friend- Rosa at her new place of work that day. Rosa…

TEN STORIES (VII) TORIA

‘Toria! Toria! Wait now,’ Bode called after her as she stormed away in unintentionally faster than normal strides as if her legs could carry her more than they already were. She wouldn’t even as much as look back talk less, stop. The way he kept calling out the locally abridged version of her name irked…

TEN STORIES (VI) YÉMISÍ

‘Heyy!’ Someone jumped on Genesis from behind as he came out of the cinema hall with his girlfriend that Saturday noon. He turned round to face a young, fair complexioned scantily clad girl of average height. ‘Tuna!’ He was quite surprised. ‘Yeah baby,’ she hugged him again. ‘It’s been ages or what?’ She held on…

TEN STORIES (V) FOLORUNSHO

‘Adeyeni, eni a wifun oba je ko gbo o’, Mrs BabaOye followed her fleeing son into the kitchen that hot noon. She’d brought up the issue of his relationship with Folorunsho for the umpteenth time that day and he’d excused himself to get some drinking water, a move she understood was a dodging tactic. He…

Ask Me About Good Food (Designer Noodles à l’Omelette)

Remember that line from Jenifa’s Diary? ‘Disaina nodus a la boid hegg garnish wit a liru bit of shnadin,and some vegetabu to make it to be heldy. Hot tea to wash it down,bon appetit.’ That was Shege by the way. Today’s meal is actually ‘Designer Noodles… Okay maybe not exactly designer but, hey! It’s still…

TEN STORIES (IV) JAIYEOBA

‘So why did you decide to kill Nkechi in the end?’ The journalist asked Tolu that mid morning. ‘I didn’t decide to kill her,’ he replied. ‘She just had to die, it just-‘ ‘So you’re saying that when you were writing this story, you didn’t know it was going to be a tragedy?’ ‘Well I…