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Good news!

I am pleased to announce that I have a short story appearing in Apex Magazine next month. Excited!

Here’s the reason I’m so happy:


I made a promise to myself, then I tried (and failed) and tried again and it came true!

I have loved this magazine forever. I went through a bout of insomnia last year and Apex magazine was great company; all that weirdness, that darkness. Scrumptious sci-fi.  The stories would grip me until I was dizzy, falling eventually into an exhausted sleep. (For a long while, this was my favourite story.)

I mean, you have all these Hugo and Nebula and WSFA award-winners contributing to the magazine. And then there’s little ol’ me.  Have I said how excited I am?

I am so happy I fulfilled this promise to myself. And as they’re having me narrate my story for the podcast, I just might die from glee.

You can hear their previous podcasts by following links here. I joined their list of narrators after my piece was accepted for publication a few months ago. I narrated ‘Jupiter and Gentian’ by Erik Amundsen. I really enjoyed reading it – in fact, I have got bits of it still stuck in my head.

My story in Luna Station Quarterly.

Hello folks!

Isn’t the sunshine on your skin divine, does not the air taste delicious? No? Maybe it’s just me then, because my story is in Luna Station Quarterly. Huzzah!

It’s called ‘Tunbi’ and is the third story on the index. You can read it here. You can also click on the logo below to have access to the entire issue 18.

I am so glad to be part of this magazine. Someone – I believe it was Chika Unigwe – put up a link on twitter leading to their site and just from reading their ‘Stuff we want’ section, I knew I had found my tribe.  They’re closed for submissions now, but you can always keep an eye out for when they open again. They like:

  • Fantasy
  • Science Fiction
  • Space Opera
  • New Fairy Tales
  • Some creepiness
  • Stories that explore the nooks and crannies of an original world
  • Big events from the everyman perspective
  • Unique settings and storytelling forms
  • Well written stories with strong characters

Make sure you read the entire submissions guidelines for things they don’t  like.

Oh and I forgot to mention, this is a speculative fiction magazine for women – because we’re badass, of course.

My short story in Eclectica magazine

Hello friends!

Just a quick one to say my short story is out in Eclectica Magazine winter 2014 issue today. Huzzah! Click here to read it. It’s called ‘Jermyn’ and is it’s the second-to-last at the bottom of the page.

After you have done so stick around and enjoy the other short stories and literary offerings in it. I know I will. Eclectica is a wonderful magazine – and not just because I am in it.

My short story in Running out of Ink magazine

Hello blogfam! Kegwan?

Today is Nigeria’s Independence Day and to celebrate I am coining new words to reflect the fact that I am a little bit of both, born in Nottinghamshire, raised in Nigeria.

‘Kegwan’ is coined from ‘Kedu’ , the short form of ‘Kedu ka i mere’ which means ‘How are you?’ in Igbo and ‘Wagwan’, the Jamaican bastardisation of the same, popular among the yoof in London.

Okay, I’ll be the first to admit that ‘Kegwan’ is not great.

I tell you what is though; my short story made it into Running out of Ink magazine! Huzzah! You can read it here or on the magazine cover above to get access to the whole index.

Leave me your thoughts. I will be glad of them. Till then, it’s back to the grindstone for yours truly.

Have a wonderful October 1st if you’re Nigerian. If you aren’t, a wonderful month ahead.

Flash Fridays: ‘Lunch Date’

I found this in my drafts folder dated October 2012. I’m not sure why I didn’t publish it. I am also aware that today is not Friday, but what the hey.


Wole wiped his mouth with the serviette that Nneka provided. He belched loudly. “We need to talk,” he said. He coughed and drank from his cup, dabbing at the sweat beading his bare chest with another serviette. It left pieces in his chest like pink dandruff.

“I know. You’re breaking up with me,” Nneka said. She pushed her food around her plate.

“Ah-ahn, where is this coming from?” The toothpick holder Wole had been reaching for slipped from his grasp. He started rearranging the picks, tapping the ends to make them level. Nneka watched him for a moment.

“So, you’re not breaking up with me?”

“Why are you talking like this now? Are we quarrelling?” He coughed again. “Please pass me the water.”

“Are you sure? It’ll only make it worse.”

He coughed again and again, gesturing fiercely for the water bottle. Nneka poured him some. He drank deeply and cleared his throat. “Look, you’re not getting any younger. I’m just trying to do the right thing here. It would not be fair to keep wasting your time with me, if I am not ready…”

Nneka’s fork clattered to her plate. She laughed. “And of course you waited till you had eaten from me one last time before you told me this.” He shook his head. The coughing started again. “Why did you not tell me this before your hands touched my body?”

“Nneka, you are too quarrelsome. You are paranoid and neurotic – always imagining things…” He thumped his chest.

“I see. And this is why you married someone else last weekend? Tell me, were you trying to do the right thing as well when you forced me to kill six of the children in my womb for you over the years?”

“Nneka…” He wiped at the corner of his mouth. His eyes widened when it came away red. “Nneka!” He pushed his chair back, clutching the tablecloth. The crockery clattered to the ground. He reached for his mobile among the shards. Nneka stood up, scattering grains of rice that had fallen into her lap. She kicked the phone away.

“I told you never to lie to me. I told you the water would make it much worse. You never listen.” She squatted until she was by his ear. “You should have listened to me.”