Month: June 2015

by Daniel Nkado It was a perfect Monday morning. The bright morning sun blazed through the window panes. Uzoma’s eyelids fluttered and she woke. She turned to her side, her husband was not on the bed. She rose, put one hand to her mouth and yawned. Out of the bed, […]

EIGHT He knew her bride price had been paid and also who had paid it. But he did not care. He was his enemy after all. He’d seen her pass on her way to the tap, but he waited till she was coming back up, now burdened with her filled […]

Tears of a Roommate Buy Complete Story HERE

Hello my DNB Peeps! How una dey? So last week, my talk was pulled down because of a complaint we got, which we now think we shouldn’t have anyway. Much as we want to appear all social and tush [permit me to use this word, I like it] truth is, […]

THIRTEEN [Buy complete story HERE] She hasn’t done it before. She did not know how it was done. Though she had heard the day Nzekwe was seen hanging from a tree in the back of his hut. And she had joined the other women in hissing and snapping their fingers, […]

by Zeus A married woman entered a pharmacy. She walked to the pharmacist. She looked straight into his eyes and said, ‘I would like to buy a fast-killing poison for humans.’ Bewildered, the pharmacist asked, ‘Why, madam? What do you need the poison for?’ The lady replied, ‘I need it […]

by Daniel Nkado I’m a murderer. I have killed. Not one. Three. Three boys, I shot them all, and I do not regret it. Not a single bit. Nothing is more freeing than revenge, I now know. I am here now, incarcerated and soon to die, but all I feel […]

SEVEN Ahanna told him his rent has expired. He did not allow his shock to settle on him before he continued. He told him he needed someone to stay with, someone hardworking and trustworthy, someone like him, so that they could work hard together and pay the rent, since the […]

by Daniel Nkado My name is Ndubuisi. I first came to Lagos on October, 2008. A bank had called me for an interview. The closest relative I have in Lagos as at then was Obi, my childhood friend. Though we went to the same secondary school, he had gotten admission […]