Tinuade Agoi-George

Bread and butter. That was what James ate the day he killed another human being for the first time. The only time actually, since that was also the last time. Like all murders, this one also had a reason for happening; a book. That evening he stopped by his grandmother’s Continue Reading

Okafor started out at the break of dawn, he could wait no longer. The love of his life leaves later today and every moment with her counted. Today wasn’t going to be momentary like other days when he defiled Nna and Nne, sneak out under the moonlight to go be Continue Reading

My father had asked to be cremated instead of buried. In his will, he detailed that his ashes were to be whisked across one of our estates in Tanzania. The last wish of a dead man is hard to say no to, even for my mother. Though she longed to Continue Reading

The meat pie at the Crunchies on Marian is an apology. The crust is too dry and the filling is three-quarters mushy overcooked potato and one-quarter questionable beef. Affiong takes another bite and washes it down with her lukewarm Fanta as she checks her phone for the twelfth time this Continue Reading