What to do when your Baby looks like your neighbour

  Your wife will have a Baby in three days at the new mission hospital in the centre of town. Reverend Sisters will greet you and say a lax “Congratulations” and you will know that they know. She was supposed to join the league of women who travelled to Atlanta with late pregnancies to birth American citizens, your wife I mean, but you know Americans … Continue reading What to do when your Baby looks like your neighbour

Valentine: A Short Story by Caleb Somtochukwu Okereke

When I first saw Aunty Valentine, it was at our local church. Her coffee coloured skin and pink gloss smudged lip curled into a song “Jehovah bu eze” during mass, her breasts pushing against the folds of her chiffon top and I had told my Brother Bobo, that Aunty Valentine reminded me of fancy things. Like candies, Barbie dolls, and the shapely biscuits in green … Continue reading Valentine: A Short Story by Caleb Somtochukwu Okereke

Caleb Tochukwu Okereke: Things I long Throat for

My Name is Caleb Somtochukwu Okereke. And if you think I am alone this solitary writer with dreadlocked hair, lingering beards, existing in a room full of books, singing only Amy Winehouse’ or Coldplay’s songs and who speaks in Monosyllables-Morning, Food, BRT Ticket- or the befuddled one who has started to doubt his Faith and now reads for a god between the lines of stars … Continue reading Caleb Tochukwu Okereke: Things I long Throat for

The Green Author Prize was not all I’d hoped it would be: JK Anowe

DECENCY & Other Diseases: Of Green Prizes and Meager Watering- JK Anowe On 28 October 2015, I was announced one of four winners in the inaugural Green Author Prize, and a few days later, I turned it down. The aim of the prize was to jointly publish four young Nigerian poets under the age of 24 as coauthors due to ” the prohibitive cost of … Continue reading The Green Author Prize was not all I’d hoped it would be: JK Anowe

Rust-Poetry by Caleb Somtochukwu Okereke

I would tell you about the lilies beside Papa’s Volvo. But their secrets are left forgotten Like heaps of refuse at the intersection before ninth mile. I would tell you of the Bible beside Mama’s science books The Bible with the sticky note “I am a sinner, God is love” fastened to it But you would not heed because the world hates to hear about … Continue reading Rust-Poetry by Caleb Somtochukwu Okereke

The Girl Who Never Grew Up-Caleb Tochukwu Okereke

You see, I did not expect you to smell of lavender and shampoo. Or for your skin to flee from its previous colour and lay camp in a lighter one-the colours of your face became the colours of custard powder, the Ilk’s that lined the market in those ochre plastic buckets. But we all know that when you had been born, the white man had … Continue reading The Girl Who Never Grew Up-Caleb Tochukwu Okereke

The Caro Favoured Auditons

The cogitations train held its first auditions at Caro Favoured College on Monday, the 13th of July 2015. The audition which was coordinated by Assistant Head Editor TNW-Ejiro Edwards took place in the school hall and saw in lofty attendance members of the college. The audition slated initially for ten A.M ended up (In the manner of Africans) starting at a few minutes to eleven … Continue reading The Caro Favoured Auditons

CHIKWADO-A short story by Caleb Somtochukwu Okereke

The bristles, dark like unfettered charcoal crowding his chest twirl like a deformed leg. They contrast with the brownness his leathery skin reeks of as if someone had intentionally placed them there to make his chest region less alluring. I am sitting on the broken brick wall that separates our class from the next staring at him. He is clothed in the school’s uniform. The … Continue reading CHIKWADO-A short story by Caleb Somtochukwu Okereke

Eko-Flash Fiction by Caleb Somtochukwu Okereke

Lagos smelled of stress and determination. It was one of those places where one could taste the air. The streets bustled with resilient people who did not mind the loud blares of car horns or the incessant chatter of the traders. They did not mind also the gridlocks that lasted for hours or the ear-deafening sound of Highlife music emanating from the speakers. Lagos had … Continue reading Eko-Flash Fiction by Caleb Somtochukwu Okereke

Belle

You are the kind of woman that turns heads- The kind that mesmerizes men and belittles women. You are like the women in the wallpapers gracing the rooms of adolescent boys. Women with skin refulgent like steel in the afternoon sun and hairs that fell perfectly. But you do not know, you do not know because you’ve chosen not to. You say you are in … Continue reading Belle