"Don't ever tell me goodbye again," she said, tears clouding her unusually bright eyes. "I won't. I promise. I just really couldn't take your indecision any more." He responded with a smooth smile, his hands smoothening her wig. They were locked in the office meeting room, making up for lost time. They had … Continue reading Reunited (A Bankole Banjo short story)
Author: Taiwo Odumala
The Driving Test
I don’t like tests. Don’t get me wrong, I pass them. But I don’t like them. Reason? How does my answering them correctly indicate that I really know what I know? How do 5 sets of questions determine that I have really learnt what I was meant to over a period of time? What if … Continue reading The Driving Test
The Boy Almajiri
Yanju's day started with his bicycle. He rode it all the way to Ilupeju where his mother owns a small kiosk. He helped her get ready everyday before he goes to school. Today was no different. As he rode in the early morning traffic, he steered expertly away from motorists most of whom were already … Continue reading The Boy Almajiri
Used (A Bankole Banjo short story)
The SMS was three words long: I am pregnant. You blinked twice, hoping your eyes would un-see what it had seen. But no, the words stood desolate on your phone screen. Pregnant? How? You sat back and closed your eyes. You recalled that afternoon you met her at Eko Hotel roundabout. … Continue reading Used (A Bankole Banjo short story)
A Stupid Play
Lights. We see a dilapidated building. Completely run down. We see two men, seemingly brothers, in clothes that have had their fair share of washing. They are outside on a long bench gazing at nothing in particular. A sheet overhanging the roof seems the only cover outside the building providing shade. The older one lies … Continue reading A Stupid Play
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