IMPACT FROM EVERY STORY
IMPACT FROM EVERY STORY
I finished school. I want to say it simply like that because the simplicity of it is the point. After everything, after Professor Adeyemi, after the sleepless years, after Biodun, Peterson and Chuks, after the clinic and the library and…
The church was not what I expected. I do not know precisely what I expected, perhaps something very large and very loud, the kind of service built around spectacle or around my professor Adeyemi’s mindset that he had shaped. What…
There is a particular kind of deterioration that is invisible from the outside until it is almost complete. I know this because I lived inside it for the better part of my penultimate year, and the people around me, Kunle,…
I did not go back to the quadrangle for another three days, nor did I see Professor Adeyemi. I told myself I was busy. I had coursework due, a group project that was going nowhere because one member had stopped…
It started with a photograph. Not the one from the archive, I will get to that. It started with a smaller photograph, the kind that does not seem important until later, when you are looking back and trying to find…
I had started waking up at odd hours from some horrible dreams. This was two, sometimes three in the morning, coming out of sleep with my chest tight and my eyes open, and the particular silence of the hostel at…
I was nineteen years old when I got my admission letter; by then, the first semester just started. My mom screamed so loudly when she heard the news. It was a full, open-throated scream that brought our neighbour, Mrs Okafor,…
The night everything collapsed began quietly with Professor Adeyemi. Quietly enough that, for a long time afterwards, I kept thinking there should have been some warning. Thunder. A power outage. A voice in my head telling me not to go…
Synopsis of The Shack The Shack follows Mackenzie Phillips, a man weighed down by grief after a devastating personal loss. When he receives a mysterious invitation to return to the place where everything went wrong, he’s forced to confront his…
The look on the boss’ face when he saw the event playing out was priceless. If not because of the situation, I would have burst into laughter. He did not have the time to comprehend what was happening, before the…
I heard a voice in my spirit “DANCE.” Sir? I asked the Holy Spirit in confusion and a scripture dropped in my heart; “the weapons I immediately began to dance. Then it dawned on me that this was a dance…
The events that played out a few minutes later made me regret why I agreed to this baby girl treatment, because I was about to really be treated. Four masked guys walked in, but that was not the striking thing…