FICTION WEEKLY with Mazeed Mukhtar Oyeleye: Unlettered Missives [episode 7]
Grace, … “No wàhálà, I dare you to talk truth. Inside this babe and Leema, the one way I run for you, na who sweet pass?” Hassan dropped the…
Grace, … “No wàhálà, I dare you to talk truth. Inside this babe and Leema, the one way I run for you, na who sweet pass?” Hassan dropped the…
Grace, … You saw a video on Facebook where a couple made beautiful remarks about each other whilst playing ‘Truth or Dare’. The scene delighted you and brought tiny…
Grace, You watched Fatima desert Bolaji but are unsure of what transpired. Her countenance was grave – like she had just bagged a death sentence. Bolaji remained in his position,…
Bolaji, … Her words dazed you, tied your tongue and toyed with your mind. Her pronouncement was herculean to process – she probably noticed that you were lost for words.…
Bolaji, You are a very composed person, but your nerves were awry that day. Fatima was late; she was rarely ever punctual anyway. You did not mind that…
Fatima, … The heavy traffic that occupied your mind eased slowly as the stars began their pilgrimage to heaven beyond, paving way for dawn. You had tired from all the…
Fatima, You stare at the black ink sparsing the letter-headed form before you and nod in disagreement – this should not be happening. No one doubted that you were meant…