HAPPY NEW YEAR! After the champagne is sipped, after the kisses are given, after Auld Lang Syne has been sung and the confetti swept up, we toddle off to bed and lie awake thinking about what we want this new year to bring. At least I hope we do. Aristotle said, “The ultimate value of […]
Given the current employment environment, and the freelance lives of many writers, I submit to you, with trepidation, the following. Next month, I dive into the subject even deeper by looking at failure and work. Happy New Year from FXXK WRITING! THE WORKAHOLIC’S CREDO I’m a workaholic. I believe that by working harder (but not […]
There wasn’t much left to pack. The final box, only half full, had the last of the comics and journals from Jeremiah’s childhood. There was the inventory, of course, but he’d hired movers for that. So many dreams being stored away. Jeremiah stroked the cover of a Conan comic, and it ripped under his touch. […]
I The night before I leave Onitsha for Lagos, I tell Mama that I now live with a man. Full-time. As a married couple, as man-and-man. We sit on the faded red and black chequered cushion, in the spacious parlour that is home to chirping crickets at night, and geckoes and spiders by daytime. With […]
First Course Rathwan’s in Kur district is a study in white on white, the floor tile and tables arranged in a tessellation of rectangles whose sides matched the holy ratio of seven to three. Rathwan’s is empty today, save for one table, one lone guest — the Gedt general whose soldiers now pillage and loot […]
The Monday after Jackie died, they organized a memorial service down at St. Martin’s, and we got the whole morning off school. I didn’t want to go to the memorial but Mam said I had to, and she made me put one of Dad’s old suits on. We hadn’t really spoken much about what happened, […]