Canny Perspectives

ORE Ore paused outside her brother’s door, taking a deep breath. She felt bad that she had lied to him, especially because he was the ‘better’ brother. Benjy was easy to talk to, and not judgmental like her eldest brother,

BENJY The pitter-patter of the rain against the zinc roof woke Benjy up. Or was it the mismatched voices of the children? He shifted in bed, his hand hitting the wall as he did so, reminding him of his present

They were in her kitchen – Yvonne had convinced her to come over so they could try their hands on a new carrot cake recipe she had found online. Imade had agreed largely because she had missed their friendly chats

Imade was due to return to Abuja in two days. Mixed feelings were running through her, she had missed Abuja, but she loved who she was in Benin. There was a sense of fulfillment she got from working with the

Dapo went on his knees in his office, his hands thrown up in gratitude.   “Thank you, Father. Oh, thank you!”  It was big victories like these that made the small setbacks fade into the background. If there was one thing

It was 6am when Imade’s phone rang and Mrs Osakwe cried hysterically that the police had called her to the station.  “I don’t want to go alone,” she cried. “Please Imade, come with me.”  “But what did they say? Why

“You can’t leave Benin now,” Mrs Ajayi said to Imade on the phone, the next day. “I can’t imagine how chaotic it is over there. What are the police doing about it?”  “I really don’t know. They said they’re looking