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)
Free writing
Nobody is Watching
“Write as though nobody is watching…” These words from Dan Brown struck me as I scrolled through Instagram. You see for a few weeks, I’ve been thinking about what my first post of the year should be. I’ve written so many articles but nothing seemed good enough to herald in all the great stuff I’ll … Continue reading Nobody is Watching
See What’s Coming
It was raining cats and dogs as Seyi made for the small Baba Ijebu shop at Alayabiagba close to the popular Boundary market in Ajegunle. He needed to win some money before he lost his crush Sikira to Odior. "Ungrateful bastard", he thought to himself as he ran towards his favourite Baba Ijebu joint. Odior … Continue reading See What’s Coming
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 Smell of Sunday Morning
I had forgotten the smell of Sunday morning. It was the smell of dew and sounds of cooking pots in neighbouring houses as worshippers prepare for Church. It was also the not-too-distant sputtering of cars, an awakening sound from a week of un-use. There was the smell of freshly washed bodies as people made their … Continue reading The Smell of Sunday Morning
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