African True Stories

I don't like it when people come up to you and start asking about things that does not concern them, like 'whose child are you or how many siblings do you have or what would you like to be in the future?' Just keep your lips shut. That's what I've learnt. Think about it, what good can knowing do them or you?      Last year when the first term began in September, one of the corps members engaged our class in a dialogue, all about what we would like to be in the future. There wasn't a lot going on that day. It was only the third day of school for the term, and my first. Timetables were not out, the teachers weren't paying us any mind so we were left to our own devices. And then this overzealous corper came to spoil our rowdiness. Everyone seemed quite excited about the exercise. I was not fooled though. You should have been there. Then you'll see that all of JSS 3B of Government College, Bomadi was made of doctors, mechanical engineers, barristers and bu

Everyone knows it doesn't take a lot for a day that could have been splendid to be completely ruined. That might have been great for Ebiye, if it had been only a day. A phone call started it all. "So you don't know it's very bad for me to be watching Tinsels alone, on my own when you're in the house." Solakpe was saying as she settled in the chair beside him. Till she spoke, he hadn't noted her presence. There was an ice cream cup in her hand. "It must be because you're around or something," She laughed, "I can't keep up. My mind is not with the show. Are you okay Sweet?" "What? I am, definitely. Why?" He replied. She pushed the plastic spoon into his mouth. "You look like a truck crashed into your head." They were out on the balcony, with the green plants he cherished, which appeared lifeless to him now, wilting. The ice cream tasted sour in his mouth, made him sick. Their neighbour's kids were