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.
Lagos
open road
Open Road is about creating content and possibilities that abound when you stay borderless.
Mister Man
Mister Man. Sometimes, I refuse. To tell you how good you are. Like Onigbagbe, I forget... how your words have watered me on hot harmattan days You can take it, I say, when I draw and draw and draw and draw from your patience... Onisuuru... that Well that seems so endless. I forget. Like Onigbagbe. … Continue reading Mister Man
My Kingdom Come
I sit here by my laptop, thinking about what to write. The black-and-white keys stare at me, waiting for me to start punching. It’s been a while, this writing thing. It’s been a while I wrote anything that wasn’t preceded by a brief. People talk about writer’s block. I guess they haven’t met Nigerian clients. … Continue reading My Kingdom Come
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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