Fiction Fiesta: Yellow Shadows Episode 5 by Fisayo Talabi

“I hope you do like the scenery, at least.” Toba said. He was looking at her and hadn’t taken his eyes off her even for a second. He was acting as though he had never seen her in his entire life. He had told her for the third time that evening that she was beautiful. Yes she knew that she was beautiful but a bit … Continue reading Fiction Fiesta: Yellow Shadows Episode 5 by Fisayo Talabi

Fiction Fiesta: Yellow Shadows Episode 4 by Fisayo Talabi

The band was ministering life at the party. It was one of those bands that played so well you wouldn’t realize that you had joined in on the moves and komoles and Yoruba booty shaking. The person who played the drums truly deserved a Grammy award. Kiky had dragged her from her seat to the dance floor and the two sisters danced together to the … Continue reading Fiction Fiesta: Yellow Shadows Episode 4 by Fisayo Talabi

Fiction Fiesta: Yellow Shadows Episode 3 by Fisayo Talabi

Saturday was her best day of the week. It was because that was the only time she got to sleep, rest, eat and binge watch or catch up on her favorite TV soaps and YouTube series. Her favorite was This Is It on LowlaDee TV. She just found herself falling in love with Dede’s character while secretly crushing on Tomide. Yeah, fine boys were her … Continue reading Fiction Fiesta: Yellow Shadows Episode 3 by Fisayo Talabi

Fiction Fiesta: Yellow Shadows Episode One by Fisayo Talabi

The feel of the cool and chilly breeze from the LG air conditioner which was right above her work space awakened the drowsiness in her. It probably did not help that she had just downed a full plate of coconut rice and smoked turkey wings at the cafeteria on the fifth floor. Something beeped. She looked at her computer screen. It was an email from … Continue reading Fiction Fiesta: Yellow Shadows Episode One by Fisayo Talabi

The Old Woman … By Chidera Duru

I helped an old woman carry a basket of fruits to her roadside kiosk. When I dropped the basket, the woman looked at me, her gaze soft and piteous, and she said, “My son, I would have blessed you, but you see, there is no use. You will die tomorrow!” My ears immediately felt stuffed, as if with wool. “What?” My heart started racing. She … Continue reading The Old Woman … By Chidera Duru

Your New Husband by Dera Duru

  You did not tell your boyfriend that you were getting married. So when your phone rings on your wedding night and his name and picture appear on your phone’s screen, you do not pick the call. It continues to ring, this iphone with its delicate features, with his face on the screen; his reddish lips glowing redder. You do not pick. Your husband stands … Continue reading Your New Husband by Dera Duru

My Husband’s Brother by Karo Oforofuo

“Tradition demands that in the absence of you husband, one of us must become your husband.” Uncle John’s voice rang in my head. The type of things we women are subjected to all in the name of tradition, is baffling. Who was I going to be wife to?” uncle John, my late husband’s eldest brother who happens to be in his mid-sixties? Or the other … Continue reading My Husband’s Brother by Karo Oforofuo

Basis for Love (2): Mama Don Die… By Sinmisola Ogunyinka @sinmisolaog

​ ​ Aaron Ezekiel returned a while later with David, and they walked into the boss’ office without sparing me an extra glance. The receptionist and the others came back, and I slid into my back office. I couldn’t pray Aaron would not come after me. He had, those eight years ago. I had resisted him then, and my only prayer now was the wisdom … Continue reading Basis for Love (2): Mama Don Die… By Sinmisola Ogunyinka @sinmisolaog

Consequences … By Olubukola Adekusibe 

Fadeke arrived Lagos at 1p.m and took a cab straight home. She had cried enough. Tears weren’t going to change the situation. She needed to think of the next step. Her life was going to take a different course and she needed to think. The one she loved had rejected her and the only person she could turn to now at this time of need … Continue reading Consequences … By Olubukola Adekusibe 

Basis For Love (1): Haunted by the Past… by Sinmisola Ogunyinka 

​ “Who big man epp?” “Abegi, Mama don die.” I laughed. My older sister and only sibling never ceased to amuse me. “Client dey come. I go call you.” She made a comment about the rich man offering to improve her hairdressing business in exchange for an affair. “E don baff? Abegi!” We both laughed. “Make I call you back.” I hung up. Salome was … Continue reading Basis For Love (1): Haunted by the Past… by Sinmisola Ogunyinka