My Mind Is No Longer Here
« Each time he tried, he fell asleep after a few pages. He stared at it nowand what he saw was the small bookshelf in his childhood home in Enugu whichoverflowed with his father’s books. (…) Filled...
View ArticleNocturnal Notes
“Today, thoughts of you came rushing like a danfo driver I must have been in a hurry for something – it turned out to be you. on impulse, I reach for your photo. (…) at first, I laughed, then I smiled...
View ArticleTrazer: Kids of Stolen Tomorrow
“ The time is 1215 hours, Central Union Base Time. Updating progress on Program Irunmole: attempt to synthesize igioyin cure from antibodies of individuals possessing extranormal ability. There’s been...
View ArticleAcacia Road
“Memory Palace” “In my father’s house there are rooms, where I might wander, Finding in each the rubble of childhood- a reading chair, maroon rug, cluttered toys- things on which I could place a...
View ArticleNigeria: A Failed State? (UPCOMING RELEASE IN SEPTEMBER 2018)
« Scapegoating has not helped any nation to evolve ; Nigeria won’t be the exception. The best approach is to search for the cause of the failures and confront it. A country where politics is the chief...
View ArticleThe Promise That We Made
“You and I are from different worlds, Patrick Keen. You call It giving up. I think I’ve had enough. You have no idea what I’ve had to do to survive; the terrible life I’ve had to live. I’ve had to go...
View ArticleThe African Piper of Harlem
“ Every citizen in this district is filled with hope. (…) New immigrants have seen the realization of that hope for the African-American icons. And they are here to participate in that dream,...
View ArticleWar of Intervention in Angola (Volume 1: Angolan and Cuban Forces at War,...
“Over time, a more comprehensive picture began emerging, indicating that a series of three successive wars were fought in Angola in the period from 1961 until 2002. The first of these- variously known...
View ArticleHearts of Clay
« Shortly after I was born, my dad relocated to the UK, leaving my mum and I behind. Apart from pictures and telephone calls, I didn’t really know my dad. My mum, however, was the world until I turned...
View ArticleBiafra’s War: A Tribal Conflict in Nigeria That Left a Million Dead
“Almost half a century has passed since the Nigerian Civil War ended. But memories die hard, because a million or more perished in that internecine struggle, the majority women and children, who were...
View ArticleThe Bead Collector
« ‘Would you say that being caught between traditional and Western cultures causes the domestic problems you’ve observed ?’ ‘I’m not sure. Our cultures evolve. They change, you know, and you can hardly...
View ArticleThe Day of the Orphan
« Everyone called him Saga, though that was not what his parents had named him. He was fidgeting at his wooden government- issue desk in his very good-for-Africa sized classroom of only 30 students....
View ArticleSefi Atta : Selected Plays (to be released in April 2019)
« Taiwo makes a lot of noise. It has never been my way. I make up my mind up, even if it takes a while. Everyone thinks Taiwo is stronger, because she talks so much. I think she is weak. (…) I’ve never...
View ArticleGhost Tribes : The Ghost of Africa
“Survive! I must survive. I race through these dark gloomy woods, dodging trees from side to side. Seven of us entered this hell of a forest; seven hybrids, sent to apprehend IT. One of us is, so far,...
View ArticleAya Dane
Is art life reinvented? Is it an escape from reality? “ Miss Mai was quiet and seemed to hesitate. ‘This is my advice to you. Work hard, keep your eyes lowered. Then leave the country. Find a way. Swim...
View ArticleTriangulum
“I am a woman acting of her own will and desire. Do not attempt to contact me after this communication. In all likelihood, I am no longer here. These lines mark the beginning of the note my colleague...
View ArticlePraise Song for the Gravediggers
“ Victory Threads she had proclaimed in a combined fit of whistfulness and swaggering insolence she had had combs in Abidjan with names – Akissi, Ahou, Abla, Ama, Adjoua- who understood the temperament...
View ArticleThe Sound Of Things To Come
“ Two: One Man Face washing My life at the time was comprised of several face-washings. It was because of my nervousness, my heart’s refusal to be steady, my fear, the voices speaking gloom, and the...
View ArticleFib and the Axe of Fury (Rising Evil book 1)
“ Slowly, I opened my eyes again. (…) I glanced over my shoulder and saw a greenish-brown fog shaped like a human. (…) The functioning part of my brain urged me to run away, but my feet refused to...
View ArticleA Policeman’s Lot
“The lessons of history, particularly the recent history of Africa, tell us that the timing has to be right for democracy to have a chance. Democracies can be abused and manipulated just as easily as...
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