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It was a cold October evening. I walked home, slightly shivering in my threadbare school uniform. As I got to the front steps, I met the scariest sight I had ever seen. Mum was huddled by the door, crying profusely, surrounded by all our worldly possessions. I was shocked. What had happened? I had never seen mum cry before. Not ...

January 23, 2014. Imagine Lekki. Now imagine those square posh condos at the edge of town, just off the road not fifty feet from the towering billboards that say “welcome to Lekki”. Good. That’s not where we’re going. Now, you know those places you can’t get to by taxi, on your way to which you have to stop a mile ...

It was a sunny afternoon in the month of May. I sat by the door, belt strapped and fantasizing how my landlord would finally get served on his own draft board later in the evening, and then I look up and this gorgeous young woman approaches. She’s speaking into her phone and laughing with all her heart. I’m mesmerized, so ...

I was having a heated argument with Lucy, my new girlfriend, about which goes first in the preparation of Oha soup: Ede or palm oil, when someone knocked on the door. I went for it, whilst regretting my break up with Uchechi. She knew how to cook. “Uncle, I came to inform you that there’ll be an emergency meeting with ...

No. 4 Banana Street By Gideon Chukwuemeka Ogbonna The thing about the house on No. 4 Banana Street is that it was probably built using tips from Zikoko Blog’s Guide, How to be a Nigerian Landlord. The rooms in the building, which are just a little bigger than a prison cell in KiriKiri, have brown streaks of water mark on ...

“Ene! Sheriff is throwing our things out. He came this morning to ask for the balance of last year’s rent but daddy did not have any money on him…please do something.” I was on my way to the gym that Friday morning when the distressed voice of my youngest brother told me of the embarrassing situation my family was going ...

Oh how I missed the good times! The good times when our compound was the most envied house on the whole street. The times when the serene environment of my compound rivaled that of a churchyard. All of that changed at the arrival of Shadow and Ghost. My landlord suddenly appeared with them with the flimsy excuse that his son ...

Houses in my opinion have souls. Souls gained not just by sheer longevity of years, but by having people live in them, they see myriad shades of life and characters, in the process accumulating a certain kind of encrypted philosophy, only lending credence to the saying that walls have ears. That was the tale of the house I grew in, ...

That night, inconsequential it had seemed, turned out to be the start of a cascade of unusual events that seamlessly dislodged the previously held ideology of life in Lagos and shoved in a new scary perspective. * On the 15th of May, a night that promised rain, I trudged past blaring Fuji music from various stores and the peculiar stench ...

After two weeks of fierce competition among Ten contestants, Three have emerged as eventual winners in the annual Sack Your Landlord Essay Competition for the year 2016.  Cynthia Omo, Maureen Alikor, and Egume Oghenekevbe emerged the Sack Your Landlord Essay Competition 2016 winners, and they took home the prize of a Laptop, Tablet and Smartphone respectively in the award-giving ceremony ...