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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Reunited (A Bankole Banjo short story)
"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)
Of Maturity, Feeling Entitled and Commonsense…
So far, I have realized it's easier for one to say "I'm mature" than for them to show maturity. And About commonsense, please don't let anyone tell you commonsense is common. It's a lie. Let me start with the ladies. My dear on-fleek-on-fleek sisters. It's Christmas, hope on fleek is not un fleek? But I … Continue reading Of Maturity, Feeling Entitled and Commonsense…
#StoryTime: Of A Girl, Paulina…
I started this story to tell a particular story but at the end, emerged a different one. Oyin, I hope this holds the forte for when that story comes... ****************************************************************************** My name na Paulina. You see, me na from a good home. Church every Sunday, Bible study Tuesdays and Thursdays, Evangelism on Fridays, that … Continue reading #StoryTime: Of A Girl, Paulina…
I Think I’ve Met My Husband
Yinka once said that I hide my hurt And share my smile What’s the use of more hurt to a world already hurting?