All posts by Ahmad Abdullah

Sorry, no blood for you!

My chest was tight and I could hear the polyphonic tone that my harsh, labored breathing produced. It is a terrible feeling to go from hale and gay to a state where you are almost certainly sure that death will be dining with you soon, except you seek for help. The culprit of my predicament … Continue reading Sorry, no blood for you!

From reading books to Writing books

AMAB-HBF FLASH FICTION COMPETITION 2015 LONG LIST ANNOUNCED AMAB-HBF FLASH FICTION COMPETITION 2015 LONG LIST ANNOUNCED AMAB and Home of Book Foundation announce today October 31, 2015 the Long list for the Flash Fiction Competition 2015. The unique biannual Nigerian literary prize, established by the two literary organizations, is worth N100, 000 in books, for … Continue reading From reading books to Writing books

A Spare Wife

‘Daddy, where is my mummy?’ Titi asked her dad for the umpteenth time. ‘She is dead, I’ve told you this before’, her dad replied, exasperated and perplexed. ‘Yes, I know she died. But if death took her, there must be a place where he must have kept her?’ Titi tried to assert her point of … Continue reading A Spare Wife

Can you Marry your Spouse’s Twin?

I once met a set of female identical twins and it occurred to me that since biologically they are one egg and sperm that split into two, then any man that marry one of the twins is only getting 50% value of the true content of what his wife actually is. I have witnessed relationships … Continue reading Can you Marry your Spouse’s Twin?

The Price of Distraction

She strolled past me at first, spraying a very seductive smile. I was irritated; she just obstructed my view of an important pass from the captain of my team. She went into the kitchen, my wife, and served a very appealing meal. If a meal could be seductive, this was one in hot pants and … Continue reading The Price of Distraction

The Flowers and the Charlatans

The moment was quite unripe Without thought, pregnant with strife Witnessed was horror as we began to wipe Tears off the face of such a sour tragedy of life They were for the Chibok maidens Over five hundred days ago They had their destinies embezzled By psychopaths and idiotic nonentities They had a nation bedazzled … Continue reading The Flowers and the Charlatans