Short Stories


Somewhere deep in the community of Ilu-Awun, dwelled the most perfect Christmas market. It opened on the 1st of December through to the 23rd, every year, for all from far and wide to come in and shop for their Christmas needs.

This market was such that you could find everything needed to make your Christmas holiday memorable. From wears to wares, everything was there. And the best part; everything went for half the price!

There was nowhere in the community of Ilu-Awun, let alone the entire town of Jejeleko, anyone could find better prices. They called it Oja Ole.

Oja Ole ni Ilu-Awun.

Like many unexplainable phenomena, there were many stories as to why things were so cheap in that market at Christmas. The most popular and logical tale had it that the Oba of Ilu-Awun paid sellers, annually, to bring their prices down to the barest minimum for more “tourists” to come in. People said the returns from the tourists – who usually spent more than a few days in the community – was what kept it top notch to date. Others said it was something more mysterious.

The mystery of it were words not spoken, facts not proven, occurrences no one came to terms with, until it happened to them.


Abiodun – just like her name implied – was born in this season, the season of the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ. She was the first and only child of her mother; Temidire. ‘Biodun and Temidire lived together in one of the less known communities in the town of Jejeleko; Agbekele.

‘Biodun had never met her dad – or felt the need to. Her mum had told her some story about how he was no longer here, sometime ago. It had had no impact on her thoughts or curiosity then, still doesn’t now, because this woman she had lived with for the past 18 years was and continued being all she needed.

‘Biodun and Temidire were twenty years apart, but best friends like they should be. You could hardly notice the age gap between them. Their preferences on all the basic things that mattered – food, style, people – synced.

As expected, they never fought on anything really, except Christmas. From the year ‘Biodun turned ten, she started nagging her mum to make Christmas more meaningful. Temidire would listen to her speak, grunt and move on. She never really made any effort. When ‘Biodun turned 15, her new chant was how they could go to “Oja Ole ni Ilu-Awun” to make Christmas more meaningful. Temidire still grunted and made no effort. Because of the fight it caused between them year after year, ‘Biodun compromised and stopped nagging about it when she was turning eighteen. She had made up her mind that she had come of age and would have a home soon, then, she would have the Christmas she desired.


It was the Christmas season of 2010, ten years after ‘Biodun said she’d have the perfect Christmas when she had her own home. She did have her own home now, but hadn’t gotten that perfect Christmas she always wanted. A part of her knew it was tied to the fact that she still hadn’t visited Oja Ole ni Ilu-Awun. She decided to do just that.

She travelled back home to Agbekele with her 9 year old only daughter; Modupe, to spend a few days with her mom – Temidire – and shop to her fill for Christmas at Oja Ole ni Ilu-Awun.

‘Biodun could not suppress her excitement when she got back to Agbekele to meet her mom. She was bubbly when she asked that Temidire came along. Temidire said in a clear voice and a straight face:

“I would not go to that market and I command that you do not, as well”

When Biodun asked why, she had no answers.

The next day, still without Temidire’s approval, ‘Biodun, clutching Modupe’s hand, with undeterred excitement, headed to Oja Ole ni Ilu-Awun.


It was their third and final day in the market. The first day had been a drag because they didn’t know their way around. By day two, they got the general picture and were half way down their Christmas list. They intended to get it all done today and return home to (grand)mom.

‘Biodun and her daughter left the guest house they had stayed for the last two nights, still as pumped as they were when they started the quest. Their first stop was the Christmas Decoration booth. They had seen the most beautiful tree ornaments there, yesterday. They had split the quest from the first day; ‘Biodun held the money and Modupe’s hand, Modupe held the list, telling her mommy what was next.

As they approached the already crowded booth, ‘Biodun struggled to get the money out of her shopper bag with her one free hand. When she reached it and pulled it out, a few notes slipped out of the already loose wad of notes to the floor.

“Modupe, please quickly pick those notes up” She said.

Just as Modupe made contact with the first note on the floor, she disappeared.

With the busy hurrying shuffling feet in Oja Ole ni Ilu-Awun, no one noticed.

No one noticed when ‘Biodun screamed or the fear in her eyes with seeing her daughter disappear before her or her running around the market with her clothes askew. No one really noticed, let alone believed, they were too busy having the cheapest buys for a memorable Christmas.

‘Biodun left the market, still incoherent, leaving everything behind. She ran straight into Temidire’s arms crying and screaming;

“Did you know this and not tell me?! Did you?! I am finished!”

Temidire held her close and wept silently. Her only words brought an understanding silence between them.

“Oja Ole ni Ilu-Awun is as literal as the names can be. It is the market for thieves  in a stingy land. The mystery of it are words not spoken, facts not proven, occurrences no one comes to terms with, until it happens to them. This is how your father left.”


One year later, ‘Biodun had another child. She named her Bamidele.

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