• Fiction,  Zoe's Cafe

    Sontin To Hol’ Body || by Joy Chime

    Without opening his eyes, he spoke, the usual rapid speed of his speech reduced by what seemed like exhaustion. 'After the offering and choir ministration, the pastor came up and asked the keyboardist to play. While the keyboardist played, the pastor asked everyone to be quiet, that God had things to say to some people. Toochi, I haven't heard God in a long time, but when I heard Him, I knew He was the one. He said, "Dozie, are you angry at Me"?

  • Fiction

    It’s Not That Deep

    You’re having a casual gist with a brother just after the close of service. Midway to the discussion, he withholds his next statements like they’d turn out some abomination. His eyes pop out like Segun Arinze’s, shock making a mess of his handsome face. You’re wondering what could be wrong. Perhaps, you’ve let out one of those biting sarcasms subconsciously dished out to some of the sons of Adam whenever your harmless conversations take the wrong turn. Feeling slighted, they drop the gist like some hot potatoes and verbally launch at you with bloodshot eyes. “What is wrong with you? Are we mates? Do you know who you’re talking to?”…

  • Fiction

    BURNING EMBERS (Joshua Omena)

    “Itohan!” You heard when he called you. You just can’t respond and you don’t know why. You are a broken flute with notes that sounds like clashing cymbals on repeat. “Where is this girl?” You hear him walk towards the room. You sit still on the mat at the corner of the room and you can’t explain what you are feeling. Your mind is numb but you hear voices that echoes from that night. “Leave me alone please” “Shut up little girl” You can’t get those voices out of your head. Your voice and theirs. You remember everything and you hate those memories; memories that reek of monsters and tears…