Kokoka: A Short Story by Ike Adegboye

There was a song Aunty Lizzie loved to sing to us as children—it was a song about shoes. I didn’t know what it meant at the time, but we all got excited when she started clapping her bony hands to the rhythm. Folake, the most playful girl in class would bolt out of her seat, shoulders up, strutting around the classroom; David would drum; the rest of us swayed, following Aunty Lizzie’s lead, clapping our little eager hands to the beat of kpa-kpa-kpa-kpa. A song was always better than reciting the multiplication table anyway, and as much as I wanted to remain the sullen, unhappy little boy in class, I couldn’t deny the catchy tempo. It carried an enticing warmth of optimism and the syntax of the syllables would get any 6-year old bobbing and clapping in a second...

Talking Donkeys

Balaam and his donkey are the stars of one of the most alarming stories in the bible. God is patient. Oh my! Like, he is repeat-myself-to-you-a-million-times kinda patient. The kind of God, in my experience who will repeat himself to you until you act. 5 bucks says He had spoken to Balaam in many ways and sent many other people to tell him the very same message- his mum, his mother-in-law, his granny, his neighbor’s granny...

Jurisdiction to Love

As a woman, I have deluded myself into believing that I can change anyone I want to—like a fairy godmother with a restless wrist and a sparkly wand, turning pumpkins into carriages and mice to noble steeds. I have carried this belief from dating...