Desert Wild Flower

Mama grabbed a piece of root from an old tree, then positioned me on a flat rock. she sat behind me, and pulled my head back against her chest, her legs straddling my body. I circled my arms around her thighs. My mother placed the root between my teeth. "Bite…

The Budget Of Change Needs Change

On December 22, 2015, President Muhammadu Buhari stood before a joint session of the National assembly and presented the 2016 appropriation bill. A bill which the APC widely acclaimed to be "a budget of Change," Professor Chukwuma Soludo termed "a copy and paste version of President Goodluck Jonathan's, with a…

The Lost Vortex

THE LOST VORTEX By Nkoli Os'kar She heard the cork...and remembered how in a not too distant past she'd desired this tone that was her colleague's phone. "Group chat..." she muttered. "What are they saying now?" She dressed up, forgetting about the ghost she thought she saw. Death was after…

Paramour Of Memory

Paramour of memory by Najite Ukiri A sweet disorder in the dress kindles in clothes a wantonness A lawn about the shoulders thrown into a fine distraction An erring lace which here and there enthralls the crimson stomacher a cuff neglectful and thereby ribbands to flow   Paramour of memory…

Charades

I've always been fascinated by poems and when I stumble on a good one, I can't resist the urge to celebrate the poet. One of the many things I love about poems is that they are open to interpretations, it means different things to different people. This was forwarded to…

Avara

Sorry guys, I don't write as often as I used to because of circumstances beyond my control. I wrote this story for a competition but since it wasn't short listed, I figured I might as well bring it here for you guys to have fun with. Read, criticize, make inputs,…