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what is life? “I’ve always wondered! “what entity, object, figure represented life” ? “was there any being called Life? or was it just the breath we take in all day”? if it wasn’t the breath, how come people die when they stopped breathing” ? “if it wasn’t a being that it would leave or enter … Continue reading A youngster named Amigo!
You hear the sound of boiling water, just like the voices in your head. Always grumbling, how good enough you never were. You hear them. Matter of fact, they were humans. Like you and I, the only difference was, the clothes they had on. And if tomorrow they doubt our existence; If they’d sit around … Continue reading sans titre 1
I know it’s no news how hard my life is. But tell me you understand how it hurts, sitting here, looking love in the eye, feeling a hunger, sharing the same air, blinking back a tear, using the same words, wanting to say more… Letting the shadow go, Having no clue what to do. Wanting … Continue reading Angst
It was one of those job-hunting days and I was running late for one bank job test like that, scheduled for 8:00am. Swiftly, I hurried out of the house and jumped into the first bus I stopped (then, Araba buses were still in vogue, blowing head bombs as horns and causing irrelevant traffics everywhere ). But fortunately … Continue reading How I met Mary, Again
READ EPISODES 1 – 8 I did not even know we had a visitor until I heard Nnamdi shout, “Uncle Henry!” just before jumping on him. “Eh, see this boy o, Brother Chika. He wants to knock me down,” said Uncle Henry laughing, and setting Nnamdi down. “Don’t mind him, Henry,” said my father who … Continue reading The Day I Will Never Forget, Episode 9 (Final): All is Well that Ends Well
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Harmattan’s dust overfills our nostrils, repeatedly, announcing her aura way too sharp, unnecessarily faint, lazy lazy drops of red, curry spicy, and dash of Cameroon’s romantic pepper. Exhaust pipes dish out smoke, dark and strong as crusaders, fit and focused and oddly smooth slaying us with fierce long swords. Rattle snakes and golden scorpions all … Continue reading Nu and Tanned
Luke POV I watched my mother flick through the pages of a magazine and sipping juice. My mother has a new found joy, which she could not hide. She wasn’t even concealing it. The reason couldn’t be far fetched, I’m off the hook. Her worst nightmare is laid to rest. Desireé is gone. All efforts … Continue reading Abducted #10
I’ve been on the run for the past three weeks. It started the day after I took Essex to that club at Johannesburg. I noticed two young men following me unusually for a while longer than normal and then suddenly I was grabbed as soon as my guard was down. While they felt they were … Continue reading A demon’s story: The third episode
“This is purrrr-fect. We’ll take it.” Melissa crowed. Having gone around town with her estate agent for about two months trying to find a place that will balance her need for space and accommodate her meager budget, she finally found the perfect home. Just wait till the kids see it. “Are you sure, Mrs. Larkin?” … Continue reading NOW YOU SEE ME: Chapter 1
These days in doubt my sanity proven culled from my lovitude or should I say attitude maybe solitude ‘cos I thought I was on guard Until fall I did without a thud, slowly the fade began until the voice stopped no more reprimands questions stopped conscience slept and I roared happy to soar then it … Continue reading Haunting shadows
The day for pay-back came sooner than she expected. It so happened on that fateful day, Dima was in Buchi’s house in the evening having done the usual rounds all day. She was relaxed on the sofa in his sitting room, TV remote in hand, absently shuffling through the channels while reminiscing about the day’s … Continue reading Love Unrequited; Episode 3
VOICE OF HOPE He that has ear let him listen To my dream of days to come Let him listen, let him christen Our ending to days so glum In my dream, there was a regime Of mum cries and bitter tears Agony and pain so extreme Dallying on for many years Times and seasons … Continue reading Voice Of Hope
When you live in a “compound” you’ll understand what “real struggle” is. No, No, No, real struggle is not walking in on your fiancee cheating on you with your best friend. Real struggle is spending an hour and half at the public bathroom waiting your turn, fighting your way through some bullying neighbors to bath … Continue reading Our Public Toilet