A Diary of Shibi O'nike

My mum teaches English at Vocal Stars School. My father always carries a big case, he loves wearing safari. For as long as I can recall, I guess I was five years old or thereabout. We were always home alone with her, I and Eledi, my immediate younger brother. She was from my mother’s village. The last time I looked for the church bulletin in the old factory calendar file where he kept it, she was carrying aunty Charity at infant. Subtle and dotting in hours when our parents were home. Aunty Ihedi followed us on a new year eve back from the village. Mum wanted a credible house help and not just anyone… She placed an eagle eye on us as mum gave her. Never did Ebenga, my closest friend next doorstep his flat clay feet on our red carpet nor could I go out to play mortal combat at Sanel's. As soon as she came in, our front door was at all times shut. "Our eyes were locked on screenplays of Nollywood. I can't forget 'Top Secret'. Saint Obi is my favorite ac...

Art of Love of Art

The girl in me has come she was inside with Zoe she was thinking what the world was without girls where the boys would grow long hairs tapering onto spaghetti gowns slit or open behind imagine boys on shaved eyebrows  thick red lipstick a world with only boys  in miniskirts on stilettoes, they would seem like soldiers walking a tight rope who will woo such beautiful boys? manspreading suntanned bodies by the poolside. They would never come home cobwebs will look over the house rodents will make dinner Mummy will always see at the doorway Handbags hanging on muscular alps A world of football Sleepovers Hangouts We came out to stop that world We are girls.