Emgland. Two women across adjoining streets. Strangers to each other. One, a Briton. Another, A Nigerian emigrant. Yet, they are somehow interconnected.

"You think I do not cheat because I love my wife so much?" his laughter cooled off as he switched on his serious face "Well, why else? or is it your moralist views?" I teased. Since I knew he was not big on religion There we stood by the frontage of my compound while he waited for his Uber to arrive. Akin was my colleague turned friend. He came to drop off my son after a day out. He picks the boy up on Saturdays, spends time with him and brings him back home. While work threw us in each other's way,

Friday 02:26am Sitting up in bed. Listening to the Hausa song #Rahama by Kaestrings This song - one of my 2024 discoveries - has been playing in my head for days on end. Maybe because I have been immersed in studying the Biblical stories of 1. Blind Bartimaeus 2. Dorothy [my name for the faceless woman with the issue of blood] 3. Jairus daughter, 4. The father whose son was afflicted by demons Or probably because the singer vividly evokes the scenes with those raw emotions in his voice. He paints that imagery

Click here for the beginning ............ to a client's office and Lagos traffic on the Motorway was unkind. He felt the jolt before he heard the bang. Another vehicle had run into his. The driver had been trying to force himself into the lane from the other lane. Infuriated, he alighted to assess the damage. Just then, the other driver, a younger man in his twenties accosted him "What were you doing, driving like a woman?" Joshua stared at him in shock. "Young man, you hit me and you want to shift blame?" "I will hit you again if you keep driving

Today Prisoner 8493 leaned on the bed in his cell, hands on his face as the painful sobs erupted from deep within. Few minutes ago, he has watched his wife and kids walk away after their monthly visit. She also walked away with the signed divorce papers. Regret chased itself across his features as he traveled down memory lane. Photo by RDNE Stock project on Pexels.com Twenty Years Earlier Joshua glared at his father contemptuously and stepped back into the room. "Spineless man" he hissed as his mother and sister stared up at him. His sister, Maryann sat on the mat, held

In The Beginning. Joe picked up his phone and dialled Aham's digits.  "Happy New Year, my brother" Aham's deep baritone reverberated over the line "Compliments of the Season, brotherly" Joe responded in his quieter voice They chatted for a long time, sharing goals and plans.  And as they signed off, Aham invited Joe over for a visit. Both were online Tribemasters with large followership.  Their friendship had developed from the ashes of a viral war some years back. Earlier in the days, Aham had a more prominent platform. His followers were more of Millennials and Gen-Z. The generations which skipped the Tacit101