My Brother, Olileanya, was born on an evening in January 1984 at Holy Mary’s Maternity in Mother’s hometown, Osumenyi where we lived. It was a Sunday afternoon, we had just finished eating rice and chicken, and Father was arguing about the new head of state General Muhammadu Buhari when Mother went into labour… [14mins]

In collaboration with Writivism.

The first time the ghost of my fraternal twin appeared to me, I was terrified – so terrified that my abrupt recoil jerked the low wooden table from which I’d been eating fufu and egusi… [8mins]

The first thing Njideka saw when she opened her eyes was her children standing in front of her with wide eyes and mouths bent in a frown. They had been standing there and staring until the sheer force of their sadness woke Njideka up from her deep slumber.

I knock on the grey front door and wait. I know Femi is probably in her kitchen, cooking one of her obnoxious healthy meals that have zero calories… [6mins]

I bet you didn’t know that bleach masks the smell of blood. Most people use bleach indiscriminately, assuming it’s a catch-all product, never taking the time to read the list of ingredients on the back, never taking the time to return to the recently wiped surface to take a closer look… [2mins]