Love Me Still…

Staring out the window, Bisi felt a supreme sense of elation and satisfaction with life. The sun was shining, dazzling bright yet soothing warm. The wind was just perfect, not disturbing yet palpable. Everything was right in her world.

Most Lagosians took Saturdays to rest from the rather hectic ‘Lagos life’, and the children in her neighbourhood took advantage of this, frolicking freely on the usually gridlocked but now empty open street.

“Bisi! My God!” her mother panicked. Please read on!

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One Wednesday Evening…

“Praaaaaaaaise the Lord!” the call suddenly rang, quite cheerfully. But that wasn’t what made the eyes of most of the passengers widen…

The bus had filled quite quickly that Wednesday evening; everyone was trying to escape the threatening clouds. Trust Wasiu and his conductor – all Dele needed was the signal, and the subsidy on t-fare was surreptitiously removed. Commuters always rejected the injustice of these guys taking undue advantage of them, and refused to pay. When full of gin tonight, Wasiu and Dele would waste no time ridiculing these fools who didn’t understand business and economics; and some would be claiming ‘graduate’. The smart ones jumped into the bus anyway, the booming thunder all the prodding they needed. Please read on!

Viva La Revolución!

“We’ve…had…ENOUGH! We’ve…had…ENOUGH!” The room full of battle-ready soldiers chanted at the top of their lungs. The energy in the room permeated enough to choke.

The hall was jam-packed, as it was expected to be…after all, it was supposed to be the final pep rally after a week full of ‘em…after this, it was war!

Please read on!

The Youth’s Struggle

The Youth’s Struggle by Deolu Adeleye

I can’t lift this anymore…

That was his only thought…surprisingly, his only existence. Funny how 30 minutes can cause one to forgo all once-considered ‘important’ thoughts, hopes and dreams for just one: relief…he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.

I can’t lift this anymore…

The commander knew something was wrong ahead…for some reason, the procession had stopped. Not again…

With the weight on his back and shoulders bearing down on and nearly crushing him, he looked around…beside him, two others were carrying similar ones; he couldn’t see clearly through all the blood and sweat on his face, but he was sure they were grimacing under theirs as well. Please read on!