A friend and I were trading childhood memories and he told me of a time when he and his friends, all little boys, heckled a woman dressed in a tight pair of jeans. They followed her down the streets, hitting on empty cans and tins, chanting Nwanyi-trouser. In those days…

I was seventeen and despondent when I first found God. I had wanted to go to the university but impossible hinderances stood in my way. A suspicious fee my parents could not afford needed to be paid. So I stayed home and languished for an entire year. That year, I…

We all thought the first would do us in, capsizing our teenage world to a rubble of emotions not even the love of our mothers prepared us for. We were young, too young to know the elasticity of our heart, the vastness of its spread, how staunchly it beats even…

Dear Mama Behind the facade of our daily tiffs, beneath the moments we do not see eye to eye, and though I pretend sometimes not to get your points, I have come to recognize your noble intentions: to raise good daughters of stellar character. …

When my father died, my mom was freed from her life in the kitchen — Ever since my father died, my mother no longer whips up magic in the kitchen. This is not for grief; she has done her time at the school of mourning. These days you will catch her, radiant and beautiful as ever, tending to her life with her infamous pizazz. But…

Because it is not a fanfare. Because my village is very far. Because it is an event best suited for those who knew him personally. Because I will cry when they lay him to his grave, when the last gravel is tossed on his coffin... and I do not want you to…

Sneak peek and word around social media already had us anticipating a wickedly handsome Satan, but no one has yet captured in review how uber-talented Austine Onuoha is, and the vastness of his theatrical forte. …

BOOK REVIEW: THE GATHERING OF THE TRIBES BY EVANS UFELI The Gathering Of The Tribes is the second work of fiction of writer and legal practitioner, Evans Ufeli, who rightly belongs to the school of writers like John Grisham; writers who hold deftly their legal practise and also excel in…

(or an excuse for your roving eye) — A cord of three strands A man A wife A Mistress A MAN When a man picks a mistress, he seeks an escape. He seeks a slice of enchantment to awaken a part of him that yearns for the carnal. He doesn’t seek warmth; warmth is in the bosom of the wife of his youth. Warmth is…