• The Interview
    Short stories

    The Interview

    The gigantic glass building stood towering above all other buildings around it, with the words stiletto towers boldly written on it. It was the biggest accounting firm in Nigeria, and this interview was my only shot at getting into it. As I walked towards it, I was shaking visibly from fear. Just then/until I remembered the bracelet on my wrist. The bracelet was a good luck charm. The most effective and expensive I could get. “Success Magnet” In baba’s words. I had borrowed to pay for it, after all my first salary would be more than enough to repay the debt. “What do you want it for?” Baba had asked…

  • Poetry


    (s)he told us how it all started. . .a ‘life’ transformed to a ‘file’ / cast aside / on a table of prejudice / wrapped with white tablecloths / though white at the surface / but hueless inwards / like water / like springwater //(s)he showed us. . . chronicles / of the one / who grabs the day / by the balls / just to make it / break / the one / who hits the night / by the foot / just to make the it / fall / the one / who slaps the heavens / as far high as / the seventh / to make it send…