APOLLO, The Introduction There were myths about ‘anya-mkpeke’. Anya-mkpeke was the local nickname for red eyes. In school, we knew it as ‘Apollo‘. Growing up, I dreaded it. It was difficult avoiding it, and even more harrowing experiencing it. What with waking up in the morning and finding that you couldn’t open your eyes because your
Mr Dagam fetched his 3 children from the Boarding School 6 weeks earlier for the long holidays. That was before he travelled for a work trip to another city. Everything was fine, or so he thought before he left home. Upon return from his trip, he noticed some rashes on the hands of one of
My sister often told a story she couldn’t shake off her mind because of how it impacted her growing years. The story goes thus: ”I had this junior colleague back in Secondary School. She was fondly called Ada by her parents, a nickname for the first daughter of a family where we come from. Well,
MALARIA, A DEMON THAT FAILS TO GO AWAY A story in the good book relates to how the disciples of Jesus Christ were unable to chase a demon away despite trying very hard. The problem of malaria control or eradication has acquired a similar dimension in Africa, generally. Bocar Kouyatè et al documented the frustrations
I attended this event. There was loud music, dancing and free food for everybody. I asked around and was told it was a Survival party. Survival party for who?, I asked. Amaka. Don’t you know Amaka Okojie?, came the response. Amaka happened to be a neighbor down the street. I made further inquiry about the
What could have stolen the peace of this neighborhood? Everybody gathered with sullen faces and discussed in low tones. What was the problem? Mr Sadaki was picked up lifeless from his bathroom floor. He had gone to work the previous day, came back around 4pm and shared a meal with some members of his family.