Creative Nonfiction

Everyone has their fears. Fear could cripple your mental nerves until you gasp for freedom. Growing up, my biggest fear was peer pressure. I had learned some of the good side and bad sides of it, [...]

I remember that Tuesday you solemnly made your way into Pedagogic block 7 of the University of Bamenda and my life. You were late for Mr Tiambou’s class. Your green gown swept the floor as you [...]

My first close friend was a caramel-skinned, quiet girl. They were our neighbours, separated by a “ng’ombe” fence, rusted iron sheets and a feeble, tall lemon tree which never bore fruits. Her [...]

It wasn’t 1967, there were no bombs coming down like rainfall nor were there bullets flying in the air. Ojukwu’s name wasn’t in everyone’s mouth and too many of us weren’t paying attention to the [...]

I sit with my legs on the table, a habit my mother loathes but has continuously failed to put an end to. There’s a show on TV and all I do is stare at the wall above. The light hurts my eyes but [...]

As long as the mind is seeking to fill itself, it will always be empty. When the mind is no longer concerned with filling its own emptiness, then only does that emptiness cease to be. –  [...]

The Dictionary defines hunger as a condition in which a person or persons, lack the financial or physical capability to eat food sufficient enough to meet the basic nutritional needs of the body [...]

The traffic is lighter than usual today. I’m driving carefully because the rain that was beating hard on my windshield usually camouflaged the real depths of the potholes on the road. My [...]

I was eleven, and I think I was still in the throes of blinding religion because, otherwise, I would never have allowed a thing like that. I was warm and quivering with malaria. I had sticky [...]

When exactly does an eagle realize its wings are the most powerful? It’s hard to tell because no one sees the number of times they have to fly, fall, and try again. We only see them soar and [...]