I am seated on a blue coloured plastic chair - boldly written made in Nigeria, while a made in China white table sat before me. My dinner of "meshaid" bread and egg and a home brewed hot cup of green tea and honey decorated the table. The moon in half her glory shone on me

REALITY CHECK2016-04-14T21:46:30+00:00


DEAR RUKAYAT I whistled happily as I packed Bisi's bag. ** Bisi is my only child and daughter in my marriage of fifteen years to Otunba. Seventeen years ago when we met, he was a handsome and intelligent young man and I, pretty and brilliant in my own right. We soon became a couple on

DEAR RUKAYAT2016-04-12T16:05:59+00:00


There has been flash challenges upon flash challenges. I have been alive to witness flash challenges and trust me, each new challenge introduces something deeper, scarier, deadlier, and fiercer. I have also been alive to read stories that leave you mouth agape and you begin to wonder if the writer is from same planet as

PREDICT AND WIN2016-04-03T15:27:36+00:00

Not Just Another Dream

The music was soft and soothing, I was literarily rolling from side to side on the bed as tiny moans of pleasure escaped my lips. I felt it. It was different. It was calming, a sensative rushed through my spins and I shivered gently. It wasn't the ''I am cold'' kind of shiver. I relished

Not Just Another Dream2016-02-08T10:32:17+00:00