Of Sand and Gold
I HAD BEEN awake for an hour brooding over the breaking day, wishing the darkness would stay a little longer before the lights crept up. It was Sunday morning and I had no excuse to hurry out of the house...
The Newsroom
My day began on a dismal note as I watched neighbours go out to earn a living while I stayed back, yet again, hoping for the lucky break. Whenever I left the house, it was to search for a personal...
Baby Tara
Lana reluctantly agreed to go with his friend to a christening which was being held at the Lasani Gardens in Lagos. At the event, it was not long before he launched into the complaining mode. “Does she have to go...
Destitute Friends
Wilson had been on his phone for about half an hour now, browsing and doing stuff. He looked up occasionally to glance at the wrestling match on TV across from where he sat. I was fully engaged watching the match;...
The Eclipse
Ado absently kicked along a small stone, then a tin can, a plastic bottle, and any sizeable object on his path as he walked home. He had many questions he could not resolve. That Tuesday at school, Teacher had told...
The Terrifying Canopy Walk
It was midmorning in Kakum. The sun was up early, punching bright holes through the tops of huge shadowy trees that draped the National Park. My Ghanaian friends and I were visiting fascinating sites which abounded in primates and cats...
THE MANY ANGLES OF A SOCIETY: LUCKY JAMES’S TALES FROM OUR PAST (part 1)
By Ifesinachi Johnpaul Nwadike When in October 2017, the judges for the ANA literary prize made an honourable mention of Lucky James’s Tales from Our Past, those who have read the work at that time will readily agree with them...
THE MANY ANGLES OF A SOCIETY: LUCKY JAMES’S TALES FROM OUR PAST (concluding part)
By Ifesinachi Johnpaul Nwadike The next story, “Yemi Vaughan” is a commentary on the not-so-easy task of combining motherhood with work. Our protagonist, Yemi, was an ambitious woman in her university days who had thought it all out; how it...