Of Weirdly Priced Mr Bigg’s Chicken Pie, Stained Blue Skirt, Erection Issues, Telecoms Promo, and some other such nonsense – Part 6

To read part 5 of this story, click here. MR BIGG’S GENT WAS MUSE KILLING Ah, I won’t dwell much on this part of the story, I tell you. Because it might be disgusting. And I promise to stay away from vivid descriptions (Since I don’t really do well with them anyways). I hope Mr... Continue Reading →

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Of Weirdly Priced Mr Bigg’s Chicken Pie, Stained Blue Skirt, Erection Issues, Telecoms Promo, and some other such nonsense – Part 7

To read part 6 of this story, click here. ERECTION ISSUES, TELECOMS PROMO AND EATING IN THE CAB So this wicked rain started as soon as I left Mr Bigg’s. It started with a drizzle and grew into a downpour in less than 30 seconds. There was no where I could take cover. So I... Continue Reading →

Of Weirdly Priced Mr Bigg’s Chicken Pie, Stained Blue Skirt, Erection Issues, Telecoms Promo, and some other such nonsense – Part 5

To read part 4 of this story, click here. MR LONG FACE CAP AND MISS BLACK LEGGINGS YELLOW STARS Mr Long Face Cap and Miss Black Leggings Yellow Stars are our couple of the day. When I got into the hall, the first people I saw were two couples. See the weather is for two.... Continue Reading →

Of Weirdly Priced Mr Bigg’s Chicken Pie, Stained Blue Skirt, Erection Issues, Telecoms Promo, and some other such nonsense – Part 4

To read part 3 of this story, click here. MR LEFTOVER BEEF AND MISS STAINED BLUE SKIRT Mr Bigg’s Iwo Road has nine tables in total. Each table has a white surface and is surrounded by two red chairs and two brown chairs. See, I believe Mr Bigg’s has a thing for colours. Let’s start... Continue Reading →

Of Weirdly Priced Mr Bigg’s Chicken Pie, Stained Blue Skirt, Erection Issues, Telecoms Promo, and some other such nonsense – Part 2

To read Part 1 of this story, click here. PAY, AGAIN. UNIVERSITY JACKET, A FAIR GIRL AND SHORT FRINGE So I needed to get a job done this evening. I wanted to get an apartment for someone in Ibadan…I don’t think I have not lost the job yet. I mean, I could just become an... Continue Reading →

Of Weirdly Priced Mr Bigg’s Chicken Pie, Stained Blue Skirt, Erection Issues, Telecoms Promo, and some other such nonsense – Part 1

By the way of introduction, my name is Ablad. Sorry that’s my nickname, but I’d rather be called Ablad than Abbey City or Solo Makinde. *Cries* Please don’t. I live in Ibadan. I love burnt beans, cold Fanta and lately, the smell, yes, just the smell of roasted corn around the time it just stops raining. I might have been a model, because I think I’m quite handsome…I may be in the minority, but the only reason I’m not a model is my height; 5ft8. I flatter myself too often, you see. But I also think that is healthy. I believe I talk too much and joke too much and don’t have secrets, and the most terrible thing about me would be my table manners, I suck...I use fork for almost everything, without really knowing how, and I eat very fast.

The Compromises We Make

Written on May 18, 2016 · When my close pals asked me: "Solomon, why? The person you're crushing on is not Igbo", I answered that: "well, there's a place for reasonable compromise". What am I saying? Times there are when what you want seems unreachable while what you need is just before you, maybe begging... Continue Reading →

Of Names, and People

It took me several years to unlearn some things. When I was much younger, people called me by my first name; Abiodun. Abiodun literally means "born in the festive season". Now this is it, in Yoruba land, there is what we call "oruko amutorunwa", that's "a name brought from heaven". It's the name given to... Continue Reading →

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