Before then conversation between us had ceased, each of us lost in our private thoughts as the bus hurtled closer to our destination. Till this day, I have no inkling why I asked him that question.Read More
The Igbos and Yorubas staged a silent war in the office. Advanced on from the right and left by either Bola or Deola or Ndidi or Ngozi, I craved diversity. Nigeria had so many other tribes. Why were these two hounding me constantly in this former capital of the country?!Read More
‘Ok. Do a lap dance or get a pole,’ Trish said, with a laugh.
Naji joined in. ‘You’re a spoilt woman, Trish. Give your life to Christ!’
The other woman exploded into raucous laughter. ‘Isn’t that grand enough? Either one you choose, it will be a complete surprise and so uncomfortable for you plus…yummy, you’ll be wearing only your underwear. Not sure what will happen after you’re done with your routine sha.’
Naji almost choked with amusement. ‘You’re not helping at all. And I called you for ideas.’Read More