My Ex by Sylva Nze Ifedigbo

There is something deceptive about the born-again phenomenon. I think of this every Sunday when I drive down Church Road to the golf course to honour my weekly challenge with a couple of friends. The buildings -some mere batches- of different designs which line the entire length of that Road with their noisy loudspeakers directed at each other told many tales of what cynicism and hopelessness could do to a people. But perhaps more absorbing are the church goes themselves... Full Story

Tunji Proposal by Sylva Nze Ifedigbo

The door grumbled as it opened. Tunji stepped in and while shutting the door with his left hand, scanned the room for the Director's Secretary. He had been here two hours ago. The lady secretary had not reported to work. Indeed, no one in the office had. He met a cleaner in blue overall sweeping the office. She didn’t look very pleased with what she was doing. She was muttering to herself while flogging the tiled floor with the broom when Tunji stepped in... Full Story