Why
by
Damilola
I have been away too long. Blame my ‘Ajala’ ways. I am in love with Asia and can’t wait to […]
Omi Iye
by
Damilola
I am Christian. If you have read my stories, you know this by now. I believe in the Father, in […]
A Tale of Two Rings
by
Damilola
My people, forgive my silence. Writing these days na war. LOL. I like this story. A lot. Let me know […]
The Call of the Wild
by
Damilola
Last year , a missionary came to my church in Toronto. He talked about the mission to the First Nations. […]
The Taking
by
Damilola
We bury her in a white dress. Her mother insisted. It was one of those dresses women buy and never […]
A King and His Kingdom
by
Damilola
18/08/1975 Dear Mum, I can’t believe I am here. It is everything you said it would be. First day I […]
Shamed
by
Damilola
There is shame everywhere. Shame in her mother’s kitchen where she makes meals for the children of whatever sibling has come […]
Rain in Oslo
by
Damilola
This story needed a happy ever after. So I have given it one. I loved Ropo like no writer is […]
Second Time Around
by
Damilola
To understand this better, you might need to find out more about the holiday Rosh Hashanah. What can I say, […]
