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JolaadeLove me & mind not the colour of my skin,My age, class & naïvete. Love me wholeheartedly for who I am For the sooth is my love for you is true. Love me as I love you infinitely & with redemancy – with the all of you. Love me with the vibrancy of your natural way For your pulchritude alone aglows my world. Love me without condition & seek not excuse To escape from this…

i to be depressed is a sin in this nation where it’s name equals depression. the white’s man disease it is! & my heart weeps out: ii. i pledge to depression my county to be drained, famished & broken to serve with all my sweat & sanity… iii. mama found me this time withering away in the corner of my room like a flower deprived of water. she sprinkled some smile on my sad face.…

COVID-19 is real; that I’m certain of. I’ve heard so many conspiracy theories I’m convinced these movies have done so much damage. I’ve heard the 5G tale, the World War 3 “without a single gunshot” tale (my favorite), the Chinese takeover tale, the chemical weapon tale and a few more. I must admit that these tales come with a fancy ring; imagine telling my grand-kids I lived through the years China killed the entire world…

Coming up with a title for this diary was pretty easy. All I had to do was find a group that I completely identified with; one which resonated with my reality. Terming it broke wasn’t in any way unplanned, or an attempt to sound cool — because even all these ballers are calling themselves broke. It was more of representation than anything else. I am a member of the Broke community; at least I can’t…

climax is when she left you in the lurch to romance a simple text: “i’m gone, do not look for me.” tragedy is when you start fading away in the corner of your room like some words in a 70s newspaper. & as you sip her away with hard liquids, smoke & sadcore songs, her memory will sink down more to your heart. your heart: a graveyard for sour spittle of when you kissed; b…

i. mama, these verses are stained with yesteryears’ distress, today’s tears and red- black ink of sorrowful solitude. ii. my mama who art behind the clouds tell me how to attain the sunny summit when my whole is drenched in darkness and death-blots smearing these pages? …i am sequestered to stare at the sunny sky. iii. my teacher asked me write about you and i wrote in a sentence: “my…

The phrase you only die once seems to hold some iota of accuracy to a great number of the human populace; save for our protagonist Obiageli. For her, death came quite a few times throughout her existence, and each time she had thought it was finally her moment to pass on from this great big ball that spun itself around the sun year in year out. Each moment was horrifying— something right out of the…

it’s night time and you are not here, i pick up my phone hoping to find something of you somewhere but instead, i find myself turning on my music, and moving my body to the rhythm. i imagine us together, il mio amore, you sitting on a picnic mat and me doing the same thing that i am doing now dancing under the afternoon sun, watching you smile, your smile is so beautiful, it hits…

​The crew shared everything. EVERYTHING. It was kind of easy to. We had all met at the same time; first virtually on a whatsapp group chat created for our would be Class of 2018— where our mutual tendency to cause a ruckus was discovered, and then in person during our data capturing where it was further established. It was beautiful; eight boys— me, Alan, Cruz, Banire, Henry, Emma, Sammie and Folarin— thrust into the fabled…

In my earliest memory, I see myself staring at the sky; wondering why it was blue and how it always seemed to follow me wherever I went. I remember questioning why the ocean was also blue, and why it covered seventy-one percentage of earth. I found out that blue symbolizes trust, calmness and confidence. My favorite colour used to be red, then I found out that red symbolizes danger, war and death. Ever since then,…

March, 2013. It is sometime around 10 a.m. I am in my school uniform, walking away from my secondary school. I have been sent out of school again, for reasons owing to late school fees payment. The proprietor has called my father, and they have both arrived at a conclusion that involves me leaving the school, only to come back when I have the fees. I am sitting on the chair in the living room…

I’m the registrar of my group at the Mock Trials. Because the trials are coming up soon we’ve had to double up on our rehearsals. So every evening at five we meet at the hall adjacent to the Old Auditorium for practice, under the supervision of Dr. Chioke’s perpetual scowl. This evening we’re done and everyone’s dispersing. I walk up to Ugochi with whom I’d made plans to hang out that evening. We had always…

First time I saw you was at our first group meeting where you turned up looking like you walked straight out of Looney Toons. Pink shirt, pink shoes, animated face and body so skinny my boy Kay swore he could split you in half with his dick. You were looking vulnerable as fuck, as though if someone uttered the slightest mean shit to you, you’d just fall down and die. When I tried to start…

All you have to do is make them laugh. There wasn’t an iota of doubt in his voice as he said those words. They just came; soft and easy. Perhaps that was the way he had it with the ladies; soft and easy. Like the grace of an angel. Ife turned to me, his eyes fixed on mine. ″Do you think you don’t like girls?″ Ife asked. I thought about the question for a while.…

Stories are memories. Memories are the ingredients that make our monotonous existence colorful. There’s always the blandness that accompanies every situation; and there’s always a story. That story is what doesn’t make us remember how bleak and  boring that occasion was. The stories you have seen with your eyes, heard with your ears is what keeps you walking on the streets of Lagos. At night when the world is asleep, it visits your soul and…