As naked as a newborn, she was lying flat on the sofa with her legs flung widely apart like the surreal gate of hell—the one he heard his pastor preach about the previous week—the one that all sinners will enter through. He was too confused. It’s been a while he had it. The last time was four years ago, and it was with Sandra, his last university girlfriend. He loved her deeply but she broke his heart. It happened just as he was about to leave Lagos for the northern city of Kano to answer the clarion call of the voluntary National Youth Service Corps. She went on to marry a man, fifteen years older than her.
Author: seun
seun
Seun Ogunbiyi was born and bred in Lagos. His first dint of creativity manifested in sketching imaginary Super Heroes which were inspired by the Ninja Turtles. He writes the three genres of literature but fancies prose. While studying English in the University of Lagos, he was inspired to improve his various literary drafts by visits to book signing events and launches. Seun loves to learn new things and is always enthusiastic about travelling to new places. Apart from writing, he is passionate about sports and believes in its power to transform the world. He currently lives in Abuja.
This is the concluding part of the sizzling story, corpers’ den. The moment Corper Tunde started looking at me in a funny manner, I knew it was possible that he would come for me. He would always keep his eye on me in class. Often times, he would call me aside, asking to see my note. Whenever he checked the notes, he would spot spelling errors and correct them, telling me that I needed to improve and that he was ready to go to any length to help me. He would tell me that he was going to teach me…
We continue the story from where we left off last week. If you missed the first part, you can read it here. My crush on Corper Tunde got stronger but I saw myself as too small for him. He was a Corper, which meant that he was a University graduate. I was just in SS2. How impossible it was for us to date. I heard some of the other girls in class even slept with some of the Corpers. One of my cousins, Rachael had been sleeping with Corper George. It was no secret that something went on between those…
The eagerly anticipated rainy season had finally arrived—the period of planting. No able-bodied man would want to sit at home. Everyone that was good enough for the farm work had to wake early in the morning and embark on a journey to the farms. We always had to walk because of the thick nature of the forest route. Just like others, my family’s farm was situated far away from the village’s residential hub of mud huts. It was like a hundred kilometers’ journey. We often went there in the morning and came back in the evening. On the farm site,…
I love that Korede Bello song—Mungo Park. But the second verse of the song makes me think about my miserable life: Aunty Patricia Pati Patricia, men have been knocking. Then the next line! Oh, that piercing line! It makes my mind wander to my mother—Sade, when will you marry…? Time is going o. People keep reminding me that I am getting older. Isn’t it a normal thing? Don’t we grow every day? My mother keeps on pestering me. My friends too tease me about my age, but I am not pretty. I don’t have the best figure either. I am…
Names are primarily used to identify people. But as we all know, there is more to them than being just a means of identification. Names reflect our ethnicity, race, gender, occupation and sometimes, social status. There are complexities attached to their usage by other people. Status, age, relationship, etc. determine how other people use our names. In other words, it determines how they address us. Ultimately, culture determines how names are used. And, culture differs in various parts of the world. In some cultures, it is inappropriate to address a person by his or her first name. However, the use…
