Short story

The Zookeeper

The Zookeeper is one of those many short stories I kept somewhere. I think I wrote this three years ago. Read, tell me what you think, share. Happy New Month! The zookeeper is a crazy man. He lives in my neighborhood, in the same compound as the woman who fries the salty akara in the morning and sells the oily moi-moi at noon. Some call the zookeeper Baba Friday. But I see no Friday around or even a Mama Friday. Just the old man himself, and only on Sundays. I hear he is too busy at the zoo to stay home during the week. I figure it is because of the many animals he has to take care of. Maybe that is why he is crazy. From my window on many Sunday evenings I have watched him walk up and down the hilly slope of our street. Up and down.…

Couch Potato

On a sad note, there will be no Novocaine Knights for now. I am taking a break to work on so many projects. Emphasis on so many; I need my mind and time uncluttered. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone for but Fish Brain Vows continues because it’s already been written down. So, this is one of my short stories. I didn’t know what to call it. I chose Couch Potato in the end. It is a heartfelt love letter from a she to a he. Enjoy Dear Friday, Yes, i can call you Friday because i have lost respect for you. I will call you by your name and there’ll be nothing you’ll do to me because i will be dead by the time you’re reading this, burnt to ashes at the backyard. And you will cry, Friday. Yes you’ll cry like the useless baby…

Deck The Balls

Still having trouble downloading Fish Brain Clan? Click on the button below Buy this on Selz Sell digital downloads on Selz Now, enjoy this short Christmas Eve story. First Published on The Naked Convos as Army of One There is nothing special about the night. Not even with Christmas in the air. The darkness is pregnant with all sorts of vermin and I stand by idly, watching as they swarm towards the open football field, drawn by the music of the piper, some hungry-looking DJ with a cone head. Leaning on an electric pole I observe the scene with no real interest. My mind is flooded with many worries. I’m a man tired of life. My fingers dip in my pocket and caress a lone two hundred naira note. It is all I have in this world in the way of savings. Yet I can’t spend it. I stop caressing the…

Board on a Ball

Justin shut his eyes and shut the world out. It had been one month following his daughter’s death yet it felt like it had just been yesterday. He was told he would heal, that a time would come when he would begin to smile. They were wrong. He hadn’t healed; in fact he was even more saddened than the day she had died. His state of mind was still lost in her and it was beginning to eat what little was left of his soul. Plainly put, he was going mad. Familiar faces came in and out of the house with food and to clean the place but no one could reach past the force-field around him. All that he loved had been taken away from him in an instant. Why then should he have to give a damn? As he spread out on his bed, his subconscious took over…

The Other Woman

  I am reposting this because some people complained that they couldn’t view it on their mobile browsers. For those of you who constantly have problems with your browsers, please download opera mini here. It is a lot better and doesn’t make you scroll from left to right because it makes your web pages fit into your screen. It also allows you open multiple windows at the same time, simplifying your browsing. I hope i get paid for this advert though. Now to the story… She took off her sweaty clothes. It had been a tiring and hectic day and the smell of endless work hours had to be shed away. She peeled down the zip of her dress and let the dress drop to the floor. She was standing beside the mirror and she turned towards it to get a complete once-over of her features. She smiled at her full curves. Surely, the missus…

ADESUWA

This story was told to me by my mother. I tweaked it a little. Adesuwa was a dreamer. She visited places in her mind no eye had ever seen. Many times she would sit outside her grandmother’s hut after sundown, and whilst helping out with the evening meal, dream about unknown kingdoms ruled by powerful kings that walked on all fours and ate with their ears. On other occasions, she drifted off into a land where clay pots and wooden plates and spoons came to life and took over the world of men. Alone, she would break into loud, hysterical laughter that sometimes had her rolling on the floor, forgetting that her grandmother, who was always around the corner, was waiting for the slightest reason to smack her back into reality. At such times that she gets into trouble for being herself, Adesuwa would simply apologize, tongue-in-cheek, and force herself…

The Stilettos 2 [Secondary School Tales]

Dark clouds passed away from the moon and a violent wind began. Omasan hugged herself against the cold and stood there in the darkness, searching her heart to see if she felt any regret at what she had just done but there wasn’t even as much as a tug. Instead, there was a wicked smile begging to spread out her lips. What was done was done. It had been a fight to the death and she had won. Hence, there was nothing left to do but head back. The journey to Fatima Dorm was in very fast steps; it felt as though she flew there, spending seconds and not minutes. She did not realize that she still had the left stiletto in her hand until she arrived at the dorm gate and needed to open it. She paused, stared at the shoe and seriously contemplated throwing it away but her…

The Stilettos [Secondary School Tales]

Shorter days, longer nights… darkness seemed to arrive early for the girls in Fatima Dorm during the harmattan season of 1989. But the night was never truly dark for them. After food and night prep, the girls always gathered around Omasan. She was a tall, slim girl who was beautiful, boisterous and loved to entertain them with her up-to-date dance moves. Of course, it was against the rules to dance to or listen to secular music but she had her little tape player with her. It was one of those funny things that had a handle one had to wind before any sound came out. She also had a mix tape of the latest disco and dancehall songs and taught the others the moves all the cool guys and girls in America loved boogying to. Her father was rich and they had a second home in Chicago where her elder…

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