On the Road to Makurdi: Episode 2 (The Stranger on the Bus)
Happy Thursday! I hope you had a fantastic Easter. For those who actually had an Easter Monday holiday, I’m not very happy with you right now … cos I didn’t get one.
Anyway, ignore my sulking. Here’s Part 2 of the current short story, On the Road to Makurdi.
Enjoy! read more…
On the Road to Makurdi: Episode 1 (How Scrabble Saved Her Life)
I wrote this story sometime last year, but never got round to publishing it till this year.
Here’s a summary of this rather short story:
A young man travels from Lagos to Makurdi for one purpose: to meet a young woman he has never seen before. However, a chance encounter with a stranger on his journey will change his life profoundly.
And now, for Part 1 of On the Road to Makurdi.
Enjoy! read more…
I don port o! I have moved to SharonSalu.com
Kirikata, kirikata …. Lol! I couldn’t resist adding that there.
I have moved to a self-hosted blog/website. The new address is:
www.sharonsalu.com
If you haven’t done so already, please subscribe to the new blog via e-mail to keep receiving updates.
Of course, I hope you’ll join me at the new address. Consider this a formal invitation. 🙂 read more…
What Your Chewing Stick is Trying to Tell You and Doesn’t Want Your Toothbrush to Know
I have used a chewing stick once in my life. Just once, as far as I can remember. Who knows what I did before I started teething. We shall not discuss that here.
Okay, maybe I will. Not today, sha. But for a small fee, I might be persuaded to …
Back to the matter. The chewing stick matter.
Ehen, as I was saying …
I remember the taste and smell of the chewing stick. Clearly, it was not a pleasant experience as I have not for one day in my life said to myself:
“Hmmm …. This toothbrush is not werking. Time to switch to a more archaic tool. Aha! I’ll use a chewing stick!”
Nope. This has never ever happened. And it will never ever happen.
But what if it was the other way round, and you have always used a chewing stick? What do you think your chewing stick would say to you?
Well, I imagined it and decided to share it. read more…
What if Nigerians did not Crash Weddings?
I suppose you read the title. Wishful thinking, ba?
From time immemorial, Nigerians have always crashed weddings. Okay, I know “crashing” sounds like a bad word, but if you were not invited to the wedding, i.e. you did not get an invitation card, or some sort of invite, then you’re a wedding crasher. Simple.
Yoruba people call it “Mo gbo, Mo ya,” which literally means “I heard, and I branched / stopped by,” and it applies not just to weddings, but to any kind of celebration: birthdays, house-warming, etc. Once they hear about it, they shall be there. read more…
Toasting Her, Part 3 (Final): David Meets Sade
It’s the last day of January, and what better way to celebrate the end of the month, than share the end of a story?
Don’t answer that.
In case you missed it, Toasting Her is a short story I published earlier this month. Here is the last part. Enjoy and Happy February in advance! read more…
PUBLISHED: Violet's Velvet Adventures, 4th and Last Novella in the Aso-Ebi Chronicles
… And after Number 3 is Number …. Oh, I’m just itching to write 7 here. Wait, I just did 😉
But, no that’s the wrong answer. The correct answer is 4. You’re welcome.
I am quite pleased to announce that the 4th (and last) novella in the Aso-Ebi Chronicles has been published and is available on Amazon for your reading pleasure. read more…