The following day, I wake up to prayers in the house and a splitting headache. After the morning devotions, during which I expected prayers to be made for Bisi, but was not, I decide to get on this journey on my own. As long as I have a bed to sleep in Pastor’s house, he has done enough for me. Read More
It takes so little a time to drift from life to death, consciousness to unconsciousness. I doze, and startle awake to some commotion. I look around and see everyone is alert as well.
Kenny jumps down from the bucket of a police van, wild and sweating copiously. Read More
After the traumatic call to the zonal coordinator of the NYSC, Mr. Akande and Mr. Ojo sat on the ground and waited with us.
I move to where the principal sat. I need to hear this. Has Bisi been here before? Why was nothing ever done? The love of my life, I am more concerned for her safety now. Read More
There’s commotion everywhere. The pastor of the Pentecostal church has a rickety car, and at Iya Elemu’s joint the car is parked with all the doors open.
I rush to the car, hoping Toro is already inside, hoping she’s not dead. But Toro is not inside the car. Steve is, covered in blood. Read More
By Yeside Ajidagba, Class of 89, FGGC Sagamu
Today at 3pm…
I looked up and saw her watching me. She was exactly as I remembered. Tall, slim, curvy body and oval shaped face. Her beautiful face devoid of heavy make-up, just some light lip gloss. Read More
My heart thuds at the mere prospect. I will have to do something or lose total respect. I look at the three girls in front of me. The class is dead silent.
I train my eyes on Bisi, the smartest of the three. “Why did you cheat?”
“Ah, Tisha please. Read More