African Literature and Lifestyle in One Pot
21/11/2025 05:01am “Yo! Whatcha doing ’round here?” The stranger is asking “What? Oh, you mean my moving around? I’m just trying to avoid the smoke, it feels like it’s teasing me…or is it? I mean…” “Psh… Nigga, you set the fire?” Some reptile, I suppose,…
That field over there has harboured more dry bones than the feet of those who go to rest their loved ones. Grasses like well-spread butter on slices of bread grace the terrain. Headstones at a few intervals peeked out from the ground like little billboards.…
The first thing you saw that day was a text from him. “I can’t wait to see you…” it had read, followed by the love and kisses emoji which made you want to dance and squeal with delight. You could not believe that finally, after…
It was Aunty Imelda’s fault. The buka rice and beans I had eaten had barely digested in my stomach when she said, “Is God not wonderful? We have success anointing at our church today. Go and receive anointing for your exams tomorrow.” I was taken…
Until the lion has his historian, the hunter will always be a hero. This is the power of a single story; this is the danger of a single story; that vital fragments of the narrative are eliminated and covered over. Most of history is fallacy,…
Around 2018, I had the opportunity to attend a revival service in Lagos. I went, as expected; to pray my life out.The invited guest was of the other gender and her theme for the prayer session was “Holy Ghost Refilling”.So, the prayer was going on…
At first, you had no intention of attending the ceremony. Mama, your mother, had said it was a bad omen for the old to bury the young. Kasham was just 15 years old. But it was, after all, an accident and she was family,…
1. “What would you do if you were made the leader of this land for a day?” I’ve always heard that question go around, and boy have I heard different answers to it. People always talking about how they’d change the economic system or upgrade…
In the end there is a dying old man on a springy bed, a half-full cup of water, a dead clock, a threadbare blanket, a half-finished bowl of akamu, water marks on a pale blue wall, a phone that will not ring. Before this: a…
The biology practical class came to an end and I heaved a sigh of relief. My classmates and I spent three hours in the laboratory studying the distribution of stomata in the upper and lower surface of leaves and the rate of respiration in flower…
