HABEEBA Tuesday Evening. Kaduna I walked into Baba’s room. He was seated on his bed, counting the beads on his Tesbi, praying silently. I turned away and walked back to the sitting room. It had been a long day and a very bad one. After what I went through with Kabir, all I wanted to …
Fish Brain Clan (7) Bem
BEM I’m out of juice. Today I nicked an artery and almost killed my patient, almost got myself into trouble. Standing in the theatre, scalpel in hand, I lose track of time until the consultant calls my name. I look at him. I’m sweating. I can’t think clearly. “Bem?” the consultant calls again and I …
Test-The-Terone: The Nigerian Woman and the Real Man
THE NIGERIAN WOMAN AND THE REAL MAN The Nigerian woman is like every other woman. She has all the appealing body parts and her anatomy is definitely female but she surprisingly has more to offer. The Nigerian woman is raised to love, obey, respect, satisfy and nurture her man. From the time her little …
