I killed myself when I was sixteen. I tied my father’s belt in a loop around the SMC fan that hung in our living room and stood on the dining chair for eternity, looking through the loop. It was a portal through which I could see our family pictures hanging…

One Sunday, a long time ago, in the bleak midwinter, far away in England, two strangers Mal and Wendy invited me and eight other international students to spend Christmas at their home. They were Mal and Wendy: a 60-something-year-old couple that attended the Hope City Church Birmingham, where we worshipped. …

On arguments and different perspectives “If you had only one consideration for who to hire, what would it be?” This question came up in a group discussion in my Management class. Each group was expected to deliberate and agree on only one consideration. At the end of the exercise, the…

The new man is in a strange field A place only a few of his fathers have been Rose bushes surrounding, thorns abounding Magnolias the height of men, ferns lean The new man, in his old voice, calls “Worship, worship me.” The trees in their new life respond “Why should…

Oluwatiere Munumidun Osundolire joined our family from yonder realms on the 17th of November, 2012. At birth, he was a little pink mound with black patches around his ears and six tiny digits that confirmed his father’s ancestry. My most vivid recollection of his first day with us was how…

The real problem is NOT knowing the nature… —

One fine morning, a young wolf walked up to a picket fence in a nice neighborhood by the woods and chanced upon a house dog sitting in the shade of a nice porch. The house dog lay on its back on the hardwood floor, swatting at phantom flies bathing with…

My fascination with great human achievements started from an early age. If I were to retrace its origins, my footsteps in memory would lead back to a book my father bought me in my early teens titled, “The Ones that Came Before Us.” I can’t remember much about what the…

A Short Story about Trousers Written at the Height of Boredom During the Covid-19 Pandemic Lockdown The local chapter meeting of the Global Collective of Men’s Trousers (GLOCOMET) grew rowdier as Chinos Brown tapped the lavalier mic flirting with his fly button. “Calm down … calm down.” He shouted above…