by Kanzah | Sep 26, 2025 | Stories
An Area Boy Named Segun Sniper Dem call us pikin of the devil. Even di mama wey dey sell me pelebe last week dey look me like na me tif the bulb wey dey front of her shop. I no be devil pikin, nah life turn me bad. My name na Oluwasegun Kuforiji and I am boda adugbo...
by Kanzah | Sep 23, 2025 | Musings
Even Good Men Want Sex It was great existing in the idealistic world where we were trained as girls to keep ourselves for marriage. Never allow a boy to hold our hands so we would not get pregnant. Make sure to close our legs while seated so we would not be seen as...
by Kanzah | Sep 16, 2025 | Musings
I Have Decided to Quit My Job And Carry Gun: Ask me Anything NB: This is an unserious, satire or metaphorical piece or watchamacallit. The author has no intent to commit violence. This is a purge and one of the many rantings she does because of her frustration with...
by Kanzah | Sep 10, 2025 | Stories
We Need To Talk About Kenny My mother-in-law said something was wrong with Kenny the day she visited us in the hospital to check on the twins. I could barely hear her, I was hurting, aching, cramping and irritable. My breasts were sore, constantly irritated by the...
by Kanzah | Aug 26, 2025 | Stories
This is Superstory… This is superstory. It is very easy for you to tell me you will give me $5 million this evening and get me a brand-new 2024 G-Wagon the morning after. You can also say you will buy me shares in Apple worth hundreds of thousands of dollars and...
