The noise was faint from outside but anyone could easily tell what song was being played. Activities were bubbling from one end to the other. Women in colourful native wear were stomping in and out of the hall. They went in carrying trays with different kinds of dishes in them and came out with plates of leftover food; some with empty trays.
From a glance, you could tell that food and drink were available in surplus. People were using soft drinks to wash their hands after finishing their food and it was easy to spot people who had eaten more…
A new week is starting tomorrow. As a practice, I like to make sure that I prepare ahead for the week because I know how lazy I can be whenever I return from work. I had to wake up by 4 in the morning every day to take my bath, get dressed, and be at the bus stop latest by 5.
I would wait for my company's staff bus while listening to whichever music album or audiobook my mood chooses. …
The sun was out before the cock crowed. The heat from the reflection of the sun through the window was what woke me. I rolled from one end of the bed to another. My mattress tired of being creased left the bed and found a space on the old rug.
The rug had given the house a new look since it was laid last week. It was all I could get from my uncle while he was relocating to Abuja. Apart from changing the look of the house, the ground felt warmer since I laid the rug. It was not…
Your trousers, do they tear by the sides? Small openings in the seams — usually beneath your pocket — that exposes a part of your skin every time you take a step. Sometimes, you have to change your cloth at the last minute because of this small tear. Other times, you wear it like that, you don’t care. As you step out, you begin to draw closer to insecurity the farther you walk away from home. You feel like everyone is looking at you. You can feel their gaze piercing through your trousers. It feels like they are counting the…
The DJ stopped the music a few minutes ago and people were scattered around the venue. Some girls held their heels and clutched their bags under their arms, others were searching for their footwear. The guys were moving in clusters, all pressing something on their mobile phones. Who could they be chatting with at this odd hour? They must be internet fraudsters. How else would they have gotten the ice on their necks? or the heavy sneakers on their legs? or the shiny designer clothes that they’re wearing? …
Flamboyant colours everywhere, it was indeed a beautiful day. The faces of everyone in the hall beamed with happiness from table to table. Each celebrant with their family, friends, and well-wishers. The ambience outside was also glittering, the sun also came out in a friendly outfit and warm smile. It was the perfect weather for a convocation ceremony.
I walked through the hall, then out to the field, and back to the hall. Anyone would think I was showing off; walking around after receiving the award for the best graduating student in my faculty, it felt like I was silently…
Aifediyi Victor
Storywriter || Poet || Still uncovering the other things that I am
