Yesterday, Dr Iniobong, the only consultant psychiatrist in Jos University Teaching Hospital (JUTH), was found floating, face down in Lamingo Dam with his jeep parked at a safe distance. Today, I have been directed to attend to his patients on interim basis.
Preliminary examinations have not revealed any evidence of assault on the deceased, but journalists are not known for their patience and so every news media in the country that have deemed the death of Dr Iniobong newsworthy, are already Continue reading “Two Naira Love”
The master of ceremony, dramatically, counts the money under the watchful eyes of the audience. It amounts to fifteen thousand naira, which he duly hands to the father of the bride, who, in turn, counts out five thousand naira from the bride price and returns it to the grinning groom.
Iniye always finds this silly.
The idea is that Continue reading “A Good Time to Forget God”
“If your name is written on a piece of paper with red ink and burnt, you will die,” said Kashubi, a short, bald man dressed in all white. He appeared to be in his early thirties. His audience, also wearing white t-shirts and shorts, considered his statement for a second then cackled unrestrainedly. Kashubi chuckled after the four of them, revelling in their pleasure, having been the cause of it. Ebi, while laughing, rested his left chin on the table around which they were sitting, and pounded it mildly with his right fist; Justus was neck arched backwards, eyes closed and mouth opened – this deepened the tone of his laughter; Terlumun was in distress – he did not fancy spewing the beer that was trapped in his mouth when his amusement began without warning; he couldn’t swallow it either and Ademola clutched his chest with his right hand, because he was doing more coughing than laughing. They were all drunk, and it showed.
Continue reading “Cometh the Girl”