Love Askew.

He shifted in his seat, cleared his throat and fiddled with the collar of his shirt. He was smiling when her eyes travelled the distance from the prawn sauce on her plate to his face.

“I have something to tell you, something important,” He wiggled his shoulders a little, his smile even wider.

I think I have fallen in love with you.”

“Whatever for?” she sputtered. Continue reading →

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A Knotty Affair-2

He had his bath with the scented soap his sister bought for him, he was suddenly grateful for her insistence on his taking the soap even though he said it wasn’t manly to smell like a flower. With his towel slung around his neck and his green and black boxers riding on his narrow waist, he hurried to his room to change into the clothes he had picked out the previous day.

Guy this one wey you dey spray perfume for this kind hot afternoon, you don arrange babe?” Osaro, his roommate asked from his bed across the room.

This one fit arrange babe? He dey spray the thing for him books them. Last, last na book he go marry.” John said from his perch on the top bunk. Continue reading →

Love between onion rings.

When you told me I would miss you, I did not think it would hit me the most as I stand in the kitchen with an onion on the counter and a knife in my hand. The tears on my cheeks can be explained as the effects of the heavy sounding chemicals and reactions between the onion and those eyes that enthralled you, but I know different. I know it is you that makes my eyes wet and pulls my heart downwards. Continue reading →

Even if my heart would break.

I’ve spent a great chunk of this week perched on a chair, arranging ‘stock’ on shelves with headphones blocking out aggravation or just letting music from my fill the room as I work. Today, I chose to listen to Dave Koz and Kenny G- card carrying smooth jazz fan in da building, I was listening to Kenny G’s ‘even if my heart would break’ when I realised I wasn’t alone, I had been joined by the young man who installed the shelves days before. Continue reading →