Skip to content

Chronycles

For the mundane and oddly specific

  • Home
  • ABOUT
  • BLOG
    • Features
    • Memoirs
    • Snippets
  • SUBMIT
  • CONTACT
  • APPs
  • DONATE
Search

TOURISTS HERE PREFER GHANA TO NIGERIA

I was in Nigeria in 1983 when Nigeria was good.

Read More

NIGERIAN TEACHERS ARE LEAVING FOR OMAN

Does the government know whether you exist here in Nigeria?

Read More

CARRY-OVER GAVE ME SENSE

After God, reading is the second thing you have to do to be successful in life.

Read More

MOST ARTISTS ARE GOING THROUGH THINGS

The idea of a salary is not in my calendar anymore.

Read More

I SMOKE COLOS, I CAN’T LIE

As I am speaking to you, I am already feeling the urge to go and smoke.

Read More

OUR LIVES FLASHED BEFORE US

My heart was hammering, and for a moment it felt like the street could swallow us.

Read More

WE SELL MORE GADGETS THAN BOOKS NOW

They used to buy from us before. But now they are buying online.

Read More

SUFFERING IN NIGERIAN LAW SCHOOL

Nothing works. The grasses are overgrown. The light is never constant.

Read More

EVERYONE IS TIRED OF NIGERIA

If I knew someone willing to give me a job there, I would like to go to Canada.

Read More

TRYING TO OWN MY TIME

I think over time, you just see risk-taking as being a bit more fruitful.

Read More

I THOUGHT GRIEF WAS A ONE-WAY TICKET

I lost my dad in an accident on the 5th of June, 2019. I was in school when I got the call to come home immediately.

Read More

LECTURING JOB? MAYBE IN AN ALTERNATE WORLD

As a first-class graduate from the University of Ibadan’s department of History, the potentials are there.

Read More

MEMOIRS

  • Family
  • Memoirs

THE DEAD IS NOT THE TARGET OF GRIEF

The sun was just cracking out of the dawn's clouds when it suddenly went dim on Seyyīd, my nephew.

Read More
  • Love
  • Memoirs

THE ART OF COMPLETING A CYCLE

One day, I wake up to her crying in the middle of the night. She has my phone in her hands. I do not have to ask why she is crying. I know. 

Read More
  • Health
  • Memoirs

UNCOVERING THE ORIGIN STORY OF MY MIND IN THREE ACTS

In that household, we did not speak openly of demons and devils. We did that in hushed tones and invited the Sheikh to pray everything away.

Read More
  • Love
  • Memoirs

WE DON’T HAVE CONVERSATIONS ANYMORE, WE JUST WANT TO FUCK

“Hey handsome, nice to meet you. Are you open to friends with benefits?”

Read More

Recent Posts

  • TOURISTS HERE PREFER GHANA TO NIGERIA
  • NIGERIAN TEACHERS ARE LEAVING FOR OMAN
  • CARRY-OVER GAVE ME SENSE
  • MOST ARTISTS ARE GOING THROUGH THINGS
  • THE DEAD IS NOT THE TARGET OF GRIEF

Recent Comments

  1. Dada Fadekemi on MOST ARTISTS ARE GOING THROUGH THINGS
  2. Opeyemi Elebiju on MOST ARTISTS ARE GOING THROUGH THINGS
  3. Abdulsalam Memunat on THE DEAD IS NOT THE TARGET OF GRIEF
  4. Raheemat on THE DEAD IS NOT THE TARGET OF GRIEF
  5. Salami hakeemot on THE DEAD IS NOT THE TARGET OF GRIEF

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” - Maya Angelou

  • X
  • Instagram
  • Facebook

By using this site, you agree to our Terms of Use and Privacy Policy.

© Chronycles. All rights reserved.