Prologue Ode Itsekiri… 33 Years Ago… Oma Domingo heaved a sigh of relief as the lights of the ancient town came into focus. Ode Itsekiri, the ancestral home of all Itsekiri sons and daughters. She smiled despite the sharp pains coursing through her body. She was finally here; finally home. “Mo dokpe. Thank you very…
Category: Stories
DOZ Chronicles: Febi
Febi was a prodigal. A prodigal daughter. She had a few things in common with the proverbial prodigal son. She left home when she had no business doing so. She returned poorer than she’d been when she set out. And most importantly, she was given a second chance to get her life and dreams back…
DOZ Chronicles: Ogechi
My name is Ogechi, it means God’s time. I came to appreciate the meaning of my name in recent times. Life was originally beautiful. The things some struggled to get seemed to come to me with ease. At the age of twenty-three when many of my age mates were still in school or trying to…
DOZ Chronicles: Ada
Ada was a prostitute. But that was about to change. One night she had an encounter that changed her life forever. She was at her usual spot when a young man approached her. They agreed on a price for the night, and she got into his car and went home with him. At his house,…
DOZ Chronicles: Tega
I was exhausted as I journeyed from Garki to Asokoro that Friday evening. Just as I entered the Fort IBB premises, where I lived, a blue Volvo pulled up beside me. The driver was a young man I saw on the estate every so often, although we never spoke to each other. “Hello,” he greeted….
DOZ Chronicles: Kome
It was the year 1999. It was hmm, I think, the month of March. It was a Saturday morning and yes, it was me, Kome Edomero, behind the wheels of the metallic grey Honda Accord saloon. I was travelling from Benin to my village in Iyede for the final stage of my grandfather’s funeral rites….
DOZ Chronicles: Rume
I am Rume. And what you’re reading is my story. It’s not the story of my entire life in case you were wondering. It’s a story about a bizarre meeting with one man. Nansak Danjuma. It was quite an insightful event which taught me a thing or two. I hope you glean as many lessons…
Sisan: A Preparing to Cleave Story
As Sisan entered Pastor John’s office, she looked sorrowful. Anyone could tell that she had been crying because her eyes were red and puffy. She also looked unkempt, and not the least bit bothered by her appearance. Her braided hair was covered in a scarf, she wore no make-up on her face, and no jewellery…
An Indecent Proposal
It was a regular day, and Nina was meeting an old friend for lunch. She had not seen him in about ten years, but they had been in communication via telephone and social media. The last time she saw him, she had been going through a divorce, and his marriage was on the verge of…