As I sat in our school with the ending of the poem gone from my mind, I saw Mum coming to take mehome. She had a basket in her hand, her beautiful face lighted with a smile as she approached

They came again; the three of them. Nneka opened her eyes abruptly the minute she sensed that they were in the room. Her senses had been attuned to their presence since they started visiting three weeks ago. Nothing helped. Not

Twenty five years I have lived here. That is a quarter century, by the abacus. I know nothing about those electronic calculators the new comers talk about. Sure I have seen them used in offices in our institution. But in

The first time Obidike came to Tijani Wali's house was to quell Tijani's anger. As an adviser to the students' literary society, Obidike had organized a well-received showing of an Indian film, Mother India, at their Government Girls' School, Kano.