Mar 17, 2014 | Fiction, Series, Short Stories |
To everyone who has read this story already (I posted it on NaijaStories and Smashwords), thanks for reading and commenting. But if you haven’t, I will be posting it in chunks here. For starters, here is Part 1. Don’t forget to leave a comment. 🙂 * *...
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Feb 28, 2014 | Fiction, Series, Short Stories |
As soon as Bade saw the policemen coming from a distance, along with the men who had gone to fetch them, he abandoned his exercise. Running towards the other two, he placed his right hand on Koko and his left hand on the accomplice, and within seconds, they...
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Feb 26, 2014 | Fiction, Series, Short Stories |
Bade laughed a warm, hearty laugh and told the man that it would not come to that. His confidence must have reassured the man who assumed a relaxed pose and obeyed Bade’s instructions. Bade told him to clap his hands and circle around the woman three times. ...
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Feb 25, 2014 | Fiction, Series, Short Stories |
This was not the first time Dotun had seen a creature like this. He was aware of two major reasons people kept such animals: as pets, and for food. However, what astonished him was that this man in Sabo market was not using this animal for either of those purposes. ...
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Feb 21, 2014 | Fiction, Series, Short Stories |
Dotun’s father, Mr. Ogunleye, was a farmer in Isare-Remo, that peaceful town in Ogun State. He was also a palm-wine tapper, but neither of these two trades fetched enough money to take care of his family of four. His only son, Dotun had been apprenticed to...
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Feb 18, 2014 | Fiction, Series, Short Stories |
The arrangement was that Mama Joy would complete all her chores during the day and return to her home at the end of every day. Since her home was a walkable distance from Mrs. Phillips’ house, she had no need for transport fare. So, she came every day, cooked...
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Feb 15, 2014 | Fiction, Series, Short Stories |
“Which Dauda? Isn’t that the name of Otunba Adekunle’s gateman?” Mrs. Phillips asked in a voice that was devoid of empathy. “N-n-n-o-o-o, ma,” Gloria stuttered. “Dauda na de mechanic wey dey–” `A quick slap across...
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Hello, there! My name is Sharon and I am a Nigerian Fiction Writer, Taker of Pictures and Lover of Humor. Feel free to look around or say hello. I don't bite. Usually. :-) Thanks for stopping by.
