
Chapter Three The Thief It had been raining heavily when Eshury appeared in the forest, his gray robe dirty, and his sandals worn. Eshury was your average looking boy with dark eyes. There was nothing [...]

Chapter Three The Thief It had been raining heavily when Eshury appeared in the forest, his gray robe dirty, and his sandals worn. Eshury was your average looking boy with dark eyes. There was nothing [...]
Holidays came and went like a flash of lightening. Soon, school resumed and Junior was in Primary 4. ‘Junior! Junior!! Wake up, time don nak six thirty’; Ekatte’s voice ran through the passage to his [...]

Sounds of the big gate being opened outside were heard, and Mrs. Ugabi impulsively went to the window to see who it was. There was a chance it was Mr. Debo, the deranged and troublesome [...]
While I’m still shopping around the novel I’ve posted here (excerpts) a couple of times, I’m going ahead with another project. It’s funny, but starting a new story is just as hard as editing an [...]

Chapter Two The Nephew, His Family and Uncle Jeffery Andrew had grown a lot taller since they last saw him, Mrs. Ugabi noticed as he got out of the car. His shoulders were a lot [...]

When Mama Zubem returns from the market she buys us things. She buys take-away. And she would call us and share to us after we help her carry the things she brought from the market. [...]
Chapter One One day, without warning or fanfare, Afolabi Jacobs came home. # Nobody saw him arrive except little Nonye Elendu, and she was too young to know him. It was a Saturday, and she [...]

March, 20th 2011 John Chuks has rehearsed the scene in his head over and over again the night before, the scene of how he was going to die and who would be responsible for his [...]

The yellow taxi came to a halt by the side of the road. She stepped down from the car, pulled out a couple of notes from her purse and paid the driver who sped off [...]

As I lay on my fiancé’s bed that night, I became worried about meeting him. Zimuzo was ten years older than me, and we had scarcely exchanged more than ‘amam ma’ between us since I [...]

4 The next day, Uche called me. She sounded a bit subdued. “I just got off the phone with a James Mulligan from the CIA and two military heavy-weights,” she said after we’d gotten [...]

2 I stared at the number given at the end of the report. The kind of number I was used to seeing. My mind was reeling from all that it had taken in, [...]

HERE AND NOW This is how the world ends. Not with a boom, or with a gunshot. No. The world ends with a bite. Just one bite; that’s all it takes. A bite that [...]
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