The Committee In Your Head by Eze Ifeanyichukwu Peter “Tell that noisy committee in your head to shut up.” The preacher said. Twilight comes, and I am here in its embrace. I am here on the roadside waiting for a conveyance home. I hum a tune like I am happy that today’s work is … Continue reading The Committee in Your Head
Lady Bolt By Eze Ifeanyichukwu Peter He pulled. She struggled. He pressed. She wriggled. Harder he pressed himself on her, ruffling her, taming her wriggling to be free. She screamed a muffled note that whispered a muffled plea. Please sir… Her hands flailed as they struggled from being held down. She weakened. They … Continue reading Lady Bolt
Virgin Instinct. She came out from somewhere. I asked her to come. She did. We greeted warmly. And then I asked her to follow me. She did without any show of refusal as if she expected my asking. I led the way as if I expected her to pay heed. Wasn’t it normal that I … Continue reading Virgin Instinct
Corruption Soliloquizes I am corruption. I was created by you and given this name which I bear. I am what you think, say and do: I am your government; your law; your institutions; your politics; your language, and even your religion. I am your identity. We are identical. The creator and the created are one. … Continue reading Corruption Soliliquizes
The Rains In the last days of the second month of the year that began the new millennium, the embers of newness smouldered. Life unfolded itself in the mix of teaming expectations. While the harmattan breeze was fading away, the humid air of the rains was being heralded. The rains dropped like tiny pieces of … Continue reading The Rains
On the bus by Eze Ifeanyichukwu Peter The engine revved and the whole vehicle vibrated to life. It jerked slightly then began to move on the bumpy dirt road, dancing gingerly on its squeaking wheels like a dancer counting her steps, waiting for the drummer to proceed with the beating of the drum. … Continue reading On the bus
BITRUS Life and death are two accomplices. The one yearned for while the other is dreaded. Bitrus’ eyes began to feel heavy in their sockets after reading for a couple of hours as he was wont of. He placed the pencil in the dent between the pages, stretched his hands above his head such … Continue reading Bitrus
Exam Submerged in the delightful horror of job hunting, we were sunbaked in the guise of waiting for the exam to begin. The scorching sun burnt out the fats in us. We oozed of its smell. And our white t-shirts and shorts were the wet dump of that burning. From a distance, we were like … Continue reading Exam
Runner: The Siege The town of Limala laid sleeplessly in the dark like a shadow in the night musing and whispering away, like endangered an specie, smelling of fear and anxiety, swelling with people coming in, people other than her inhabitants, coming in without going, running away, away to life, life seeking life, away from … Continue reading Runner( Part Three): The Seige
R unner(Part Two): The Market Run Earlier, mama boarded the first commuter bus. It slowed down, belched to a stop on the strength of the applied break. The whole mass jerked forward and creaked on its four legs like a tired beast of burden. “Ina kwanan ku duka.” She greeted and squeezed herself into … Continue reading Runner (Part Two): The Market Run
RUNNER It was a Monday morning. A new day of another school week. A fresh day made fresh by the weekend. A day customarily looked forward to: friends were missed; chitchats needed to be continued; and gossips needed confirmation. And they looked bright and smart in blue and white as they sang their way into … Continue reading Runner: Part One.