Prologue It all began when she lost her father to death. She lost all hope and feared that she might not cope. Her beloved mother has her own worries to care less about a ten year old whom she struggled hard to send to a standard private school after the demise of her husband. Ayomide … Continue reading Hope
Today I took time to study my class closely; to look farther into the casual-minds of people I’ve called mates for some years now, and I came to a conclusion. Let me tell you the story of my classroom. The many things visible inside my classroom: Uchendu enjoying himself peacefully with a bottle of Pepsi … Continue reading My Classroom
Episode Three *** It was 7:45 p.m and the massive church auditorium was already packed to capacity. Large crowds had occupied the whole church area. Buses loaded with miracle seekers turned in their numbers into the venue. Traffic gridlocks had no end as the only access road was on a lock down. One could hear … Continue reading THE MIRACLE PEDDLER [Episode III]
Episode One *** 2:30 p.m, tuesday and the expected call just came through. Being the last week of the month, Pastor Kay was coming into Uyo from Port Harcourt and that was good news. Here was another chance to hustle him, have fun and rake some cool dough in at the end of the week; … Continue reading THE MIRACLE PEDDLER [Episode I]
READ EPISODES 1 – 5 Most of the students were still in class when Uncle Henry arrived. That was how unexpected his visit was. Miss Agbo did not even know that someone had entered the class. However, when we saw an unfamiliar grown-up in the class, we did what we had been taught to do. … Continue reading The Day I Will Never Forget, Episode 6: Those Troublesome Twins
It was two months into second semester in The University of Benin(Uniben). The new course time tables had already been mastered and the new courses themselves de-mystified. Lectures were at a dull stage and classes had become soporific. The initial fear of failure had been mastered or rather postponed till the first or second wave … Continue reading Aluta, Alooting
“Get up!” I heard again and this time I looked up to see who it was. My vision was slightly blurred but the voice was unmistakable. It was Martins; he was pulling my right hand trying to drag me to my feet. He had come back for me. I looked behind me, the mob was … Continue reading Love in Gamawa (6)