Akudo rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time, grateful that it was a phone conversation. “I don’t understand why you hate your father’s house so much.” Her mother bellowed from the other end of the receiver. Typical. It was just like her mother to use guilt as ammunition. When Akudo’s husband had died, her mother … More Blue Phoenix E06: The Bigger Person
If you grew up in the 90s/early 2000s you should be familiar with cassette tapes. Specifically, the art of dubbing. You know, when you heard that song on the radio that you loved and you’d quickly get a new or used cassette tape, put it into the slot for the recordable cassette tape and then … More Ezigbo Nwata Nwanyi: The Mix Tape
I always thought his name was beautiful. I still do; and it was not just because he was partially my namesake. “Ekenedilichukwu” (no relation to the transport line) was not very quiet, but not loud either. He kept to himself but when he warmed up to anyone, he latched on hard. We were fast friends. … More Ezigbo Nwata Nwanyi: Ekene
Ronke Akande had approached this dinner like she approached her work projects. She had strategised and planned this night down to the last minute. Everything from how she would carry herself – appearing aloof but communicating enough to keep his interest – to how she would ensure that Femi Odebiyi was eating out of the palm … More Blue Phoenix E05: Dine and Disregard
My mother lived in constant fear of her daughters “getting spoilt” and thus, ruled with an iron fist. We were not allowed outside my father’s compound unless on the rare occasion that we got sent on errands. In fact, why am I saying “we”? I came first so I got the brunt of it. My … More Ezigbo Nwata Nwanyi: I Fear My Mama Pass You
Akudo was seething, but you could not tell with the way she plastered the unnaturally wide smile on her face. Her desk phone rang and she glanced at it, thanking the heavens for the easy excuse. It was an external number, but the VP could not see that from where he stood. She got in … More Blue Phoenix E04: Love and Blackmail
For as long as I can remember, I have always (in my own way) fought for “justice” and fairness. I questioned things that did not seem right and earned myself names like “sharp mouth” and “over sabi” very early in life. It never deterred me though. I was strong in my conviction and as long … More Ezigbo Nwata Nwanyi: What’s In a Name?