Books I’ve Written

ABUSE IN THE WORKPLACE

Adewale works with a company as a front desk officer and he gets shouted on almost on a daily basis. Sometimes, the boss ridicules and mocks him. It might be the colour of his shirt or even his shoes. This does not mean that he hasn’t been dressing according to the company’s policy on dressing,…

What if my ex comes back?

I have an ex whom I dated on and off for eight years, it was about to end up in marriage but he pulled the disappearing act on me. I mean someone who literally tells you, “You are beautiful, intelligent, enterprising, but I don’t think you can be respectful after we marry. I don’t trust…

Handling Rejection

Recently, I spoke with a client I worked for in 2018. I edited his manuscript, he churned out a good story and I was impressed. I had not seen his creative work anywhere. I decided to reach out to him and that was when he told me that he didn’t publish the book like aimed…

The bane of being a writer

To write is to share with the world your deepest desires and fantasies. To write is to be awoken at night by some stories coming together. To write is to have deep-seated reflections. To write is to sympathise and empathise. To write is to pour out yourself in a million ways. To write is to…

O’TREK

Monday 7:00 AM Kingsley stood at the bus stop. It had been over thirty minutes. The buses passing by had full passengers. He decided to move forward. The okada ban couldn't have taken effect so fast. He kept moving forward and full buses kept passing him. Should I go back to Durbar junction? I'm almost…

The Valentine’s Gift

Amina placed her head on Saheed's laps. She was about to drift off when she heard Saheed's voice. "Baby?" "Hmm?" "What am I getting this Val?" Amina raised her head immediately and sat up in the chair. Saheed reduced the volume of the TV set, awaiting her reply. "I don't know," Amina folded her arms…

Losing an Angel

Mark watched as they lowered the body into the ground. "Dust to dust, ashes to ashes..." The words of the minister drowned as he remembered all his mother represented. They were no tears this time, just a dull throbbing pain that spreads like disease through his whole body. His heart felt like they would break…

BOOK REVIEW : “ECLIPSE” BY NED CHINEDUM NWABUNIKE

ABOUT THIS BOOK WEST AFRICA 1967 The welter events of the civil war left an indelible mark which was visibly etched for a longer period of time in the eastern Nigeria. When the leaders of the Igbo called for a separation of the new acclaimed nation, Biafra from Nigeria; it sparked up a fire that…

Getting a J. O. B – Part one

Rita Maxwell stepped over the rail to the other side, though it is forbidden by the government in these parts; she knew trains do not take these routes so often anymore. Her black leather slippers makes a crushing sound with the marble stones. She moved quickly to where other people were and smiled. She was…