”Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights,...
Short Stories
I’m not a saint. Far from it. Journeying through life, I’ve been rubbed the right and wrong...
Chapter Fourteen Kemi was ushered into a dimly lit office, alongside Mangodo and Ivy, on one of...
Months ago (this was the second week of February), I had just returned from Lagos, when news...
Chapter Thirteen Mangodo drove his Silver 2006 Honda Accord through the yawning gates of the Mausoleum-looking edifice....
Being young isn’t a curse, even though it seems that way sometimes. Teenage struggles are endless. For...
Chapter Twelve Mangodo moved closer to Ivy. Her eyelids weren’t moving. Suddenly she began shaking violently. Was...
Chapter Eleven Kemi walked into the building, a bit unsure of herself. The last place she wanted...
Several years ago (I was quite little at the time), I read a novel entitled “The Horse...
Chapter Ten Mangodo couldn’t remember the last time he was in Church. It was not that he...