Born in Lagos, Nigeria and descendant of kin from the West Indies, Sierra Leone and the Republic of Benin, Ayodele Morocco-Clarke is a Nigerian of mixed heritage currently living in the United Kingdom.

She is a multi-award winning Solicitor and Advocate of the Supreme Court of Nigeria who is devoted to the written medium. She likes to describe herself as stubbornly unconventional.

Ayodele’s short stories have been published and are forthcoming in anthologies of short fiction and literary journals or magazines.

She is currently finishing work on a short story anthology of her own and has recently started work on a novel which she hopes to publish in the not too distant future.

15 November 2009

Silent Night, Bloody Night by Ayodele Morocco-Clarke

I am standing at the edge of the Lagos Bar Beach with the waves roughly beating at my feet; hard and fast. The sea looks stormy and I half turn to catch a glimpse of one of the warning flags - that tiny piece of cloth on a stick - which has been put up to inform people about the temperament of the sea. The flags could be the difference between life and death if heeded... Full Story



24 May 2009

The Nestbury Tree by Ayodele Morocco-Clarke

It all started when the Shepherd of the church that was located at the far side of the compound behind the house pronounced that the Nestbury tree in the yard was a haven for witches and had to come down. Now, this was a church my parents had built and the Nestbury tree was a tree my grandfather had planted as soon as he bought the property. He had brought the Nesbury sapling with him from Kingston in Jamaica when he migrated to Lagos. It had been his most precious possession and he had guarded it diligently... Full Story



01 March 2009

Our Daily Bread by Ayodele Morocco-Clarke

My first perceptible memory is of a starry night when we bedded down to sleep in what was our home under the Isolo Bridge. During the day, we’d trudged the streets under the blazing sun, as we always did, in search of food and other collectible bric-a-brac and had retired exhausted to our little corner under the bridge. The space under the Isolo Bridge was home to a good number of people. Most of the inhabitants of that space were people who had fallen on hard times or people who were rejected by society as a result of one malady or the other. Full Story



 
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