I stand at the threshold of life. Two roads lead to where I want to be, the road on my right is a sleek and outstretched one, the sigh on it says “The Crowd”. It wasn’t long before a herd of humans shoved past me onto the road. I step aside as I watch them … Continue reading Threshold Of Life.
It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air. – W.T. Ellis The past few months had been hard for Gideon Ayomide, he had cooked his home cold. He made the house so boiled that it agreed with the … Continue reading WHAT YOU WISH FOR or something like that
“Hello?” Someone said in a very attractive locution. I was struck by the familiar yet strange voice. I stopped short, my journey to the bathroom became suddenly irrelevant until I satisfied my curiosity. I crawled behind the cream curtains that divided the sitting room from the narrow passage and peeked. There she was! Pacing to … Continue reading She’s Just 9!
LOVE IN PARTS (A Short Story by Poet Razon-Anny Justin) It was a sultre afternoon. The noise of the hawkers rended the already hot air into bits. They cooed and hissed and whistled; attracting passengers and passersby to their wares. The bus was uncomfortably hot too. It would’ve been better if she was not sandwiched … Continue reading Journey of Hearts
I stand in front of the mirror, observing my aging face. Face, aged by disappointments, failures, drug addiction. My hit single “Take Me on a Long Ride” (1982) plays at the background, as I rehearse my written speech to myself. The music fades away in a long distance just as those years have become a … Continue reading Let There Be Light
Mrs. Amachree jumps out of bed sweating profusely. It must have been a nightmare. They have become frequent lately and she is scared to death. Her husband is away on a business trip and will not be back till the next week. Picking up her phone she dials his number but a lady disrupts her … Continue reading When the past comes calling
In The Eyes Of A MadMan A mad man sees things that no one else sees and he laughs because the things he sees are beautiful. Nnadi, a young man newly entering his second decade in Umuturu village, placed a pad upon his shoulder and lifted the basket of cassava onto it. He whistled as … Continue reading In The Eyes Of A MadMan
Nick emerged from the media building, clutching his bag to his side and descending the stairs in quick careful steps. From the top of the stairs, Nick could see the heads of hundreds of students walking to and fro like ants on a table previously smeared with sugar, some walked casually and some hurried, carelessly … Continue reading Keep Your Mouth Shut (1/2)
Vally panted and pushed his back further into the wooden walls of the stall. He examined his exposed left foot, now bruised and grubby with black matter. He let some tears fall from his eyes as he whimpered silently. He never wanted to come to the garage today, but Uncle Abel had insisted. Maybe all … Continue reading Dark Corners
Oft I think of a lady of class Lovely as a night of a million stars Understated elegance like a dove Kin of the angels from heaven above Elan in manner, effulgent in style Melange, of course , of beau and brilliance Illuminate with your own my ambiance
Cleo sat on the concrete bench, fidgeting with her blouse’s collar and cuffs. It should be a prank, she thought. Why am I here? She read the text again, her palms sweating. Everyone is not who they say they are. Quietly get out and meet me where you had your first kiss. You know it. … Continue reading Red Herring
I awoke to the smell of frying plantains and the clacking of cutlery nearby. A bass drum played steady painful notes in my head, and the back of my tongue tasted funny. My brain nestled in a thick swirl of unknowing. I rose from the furry cushion. The stench of stale vodka mixed with beer … Continue reading Irreplaceable
“Nurses run!” “Murder for a jar of red rum.” “Peep! Peep! Peep!” “Goddamn mad dog.” “Peep! Peep!” Mr. Paul Asukwu startled out of slumber. He has been having sleepless nights; so much was on his mind. The company he works in is giving ground to automation and his wife is in her first round…. Paul … Continue reading Paul’s Dream in a Palindrome
“Good evening. Sports review on air. What’s your name, please” Tom asked. His husky voice coming to me through the hands-free device. “Please, I would like to get a link to Seun” I managed to say. My throat was dry. My head ached too. “Oh, my name is Marvin” I continued, but not without great … Continue reading Radio Killer
We walked to the market under the glare of an angry yellow sun. Dust clouds covered the road, ugly gaunt ghosts. We scarcely spoke as we stomped on, each step faster than the last. Sold to our shared plan, we were focused, bold, hardened. The scent of mangoes hung heavy around us–tangy, sweet, and supple. … Continue reading They Stole Our Eyes