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The Failed Retirement Plan
I get worried when I see parents cast all their hopes on their children. It's TOO risky. Will the impending heartbreak not be too great to survive?
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How I Imagine My Child’s Sex Education Will Go
Me: Do you like sugar? Him: Yes, mum. Me: Why? Him: Uhm, 'cause it's sweet, I guess. Me: Who made sugar for you to enjoy? Him: God. Me: Are you sure? Can you prove it?😏
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Sometime in My Future
Whenever they see one, they'll scream and run around like drunkards. One will try to force her small head through the window panes but it will stubbornly not let her through. So, she'll run to the balcony and climb the railings smiling into the sky. An action that will earn her a swat on her buttocks.
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From the Girl That Kissed Satan
A few days to the end of May that year, I happened across a wild rumour that the sixth day of the next month would be the last day on Earth. Apparently, writing the figures for that day would be 6/6/6...
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An Eclipse Story: My First Experience with Blindness
On March 29, 2006, an uncle was taking me and my brothers to school when he shared some information with us. "There's going to be an eclipse of the sun today", he said. When we asked what that meant, he said the whole world would be covered in darkness during the daytime. Wow! Then he added that we must not look towards the sky throughout the day or when it was happening or we could go blind. Another wow! My head was swimming with the information and excitement. The only issue was that the moment he said that, I who had not had the slightest plan of looking up suddenly…
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Sunday Flashback: I Called a Little Boy, Ananias
It was closing time and I'm almost at the door of the church when I notice this little boy of about 10 standing there, smirking at me. He'd taken permission earlier to use the toilet or something and never returned until that moment I was seeing him. Known to be most stubborn and troublesome amongst his mates, he was not ashamed about the obvious lie he'd told me. Instead, he had his...
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“Tick,” Says the Clock (a short story)
"But mummy, please let's start packing now." This was the third time the second tallest amongst the bunch was repeating the exact sentence. Bolu looked at the owner of the voice without seeing him. She had thought the day she lost her husband would be the worse day of her life. Today was actively competing with that one. The words of two weeks ago replayed in her head. "I am not running a Charity organization here. This is the 5th month since you've been feeding me excuses. I too have children like yours. If 'please' could fill the stomach, I'd never be hungry again!" She and her children sat facing…
