This is a short fiction about Lagos and some of the things that drive the thriving city. Things like parties. It's a city with no limits except the one you place on yourself.
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Confession (A Bankole Banjo flash fiction)
She had not been to confession in ages. But she always believed in the sacrament of penance. Now Gbenga had pushed her to her tether’s end and she needed to tell someone. Not just anyone. Someone trusted. “Father, I have sinned,” she began. *** Lagbaja’s bata drum intro woke him from his sleep. His ringtone … Continue reading Confession (A Bankole Banjo flash fiction)
Not Much Longer (A Bankole Banjo Flash Fiction)
She said she loved him. He believed. She wanted him to focus on becoming a better man. No mindless partying or excessive drinking. He agreed. Everything she asked, he did. Everything went well. The relationship blossomed. Couple of the Year. Model Couple. They called them. Yet, he was sad. It was not what he wanted. … Continue reading Not Much Longer (A Bankole Banjo Flash Fiction)
Brother Seun (A Bankole Banjo Flash fiction)
She was on her knees, tears welled up in her eyes. "I am tired, Daddy. I want out." "No no my daughter. It is against the Word." "Daddy, which Word? Ehn, which Word? Seun wan kill me." "Kill bawo? Ki lo se?" "Daddy GO, o se bebe. Seun wants it every day. Na food?" "Ah. … Continue reading Brother Seun (A Bankole Banjo Flash fiction)
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