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. Zubem has never followed his mother to the market before. But one day he told us he did. He told … Continue reading Is He a Girl?
I put my food aside, picked up a magazine and flicked through as I waited to be summoned. Time moved ever so slowly and I found myself looking at the clock every few minutes. I, of course, could not read in that state so I decided to clean up my room expecting to be called … Continue reading The Search – It ends.
He came bearing gifts: yams, bunches of plantain and freshly smoked catfish. “I hear you are leaving today” he said “Yes,” I replied “I want to thank you for keeping my secret” I wished to tell him that he didn’t need to thank me but since we were speaking in vernacular and my grasp of … Continue reading The Search
Using “Olokun”, “Casualties”, “Night rain”, “The Sun on this Rubble” and “In the friendly dark” African literature with its themes and structural form has evolved over the years from its oral form of moonlight stories, folktales, legends and myths to being written in black and white conveying its rich experiences. It is therefore not out … Continue reading An Examination of the thematic and structural form of African Literature
“Wait, mek I see,” Chijoke said quickly, coming to hold Ray. It was by sheer luck that his eyes caught a green-brown pod reeling against a large slab of stone near the hedge. “Agbara!” he exclaimed. The seemingly harmless pods were dangerous herbs that could cause lasting itching sensation. There were prickly detachable hair-like structures … Continue reading The Village Champions (3)
“Ikpo, where can we start?” Chinasa asked. Ikpo glanced at her and looked away. Chinasa might not have spoken for all he cared. “Ikpo, I am asking you where you want us to…” she began saying but stopped as she saw that he was going back to work. Ikpo took his pick and began to … Continue reading The Village Champions (2)
Ray wore an undisguised look of consternation as the door closed behind his father. “What are we suppose to do now?” he asked. The twins stared at him without uttering a word. As Nkechi sighed, her twin sister turned to gaze at the opposite wall. Ray knew that both women quite understood him and the … Continue reading The Village Champions (1)
Jerome proudly lost his native name. Too much education, like too much wine, gets into the head. May be, it had nothing to do with education. After all, Jerome was not the only educated person in the entire Nkelu Village. Jerome was only but a retired Secondary School Principal. He had a diploma in shorthand … Continue reading Obnoxious Gentleman
See mama dey cry For wetin?I ask Pikin don die Of fever wey high For this life? Nah im pikin go con die? Chai see the mama dey roll The thing dey pain am wella Sake of sey this pikin for grow Maybe he for be our president if he old Or he for be … Continue reading High Fever
CHAPTER 11 The Nkpani warriors were swimming vigorously across the river towards the Nko-rians. They had left their guns behind – no point carrying guns with empty cartridges. Their machetes were tucked in their waist straps so as not to slow their pace. * * * Whether Obodo stuck first or next was a controversy … Continue reading The Battle Of Timkpo (11)
‘Knock, knock’… That was the sound that woke me up that morning. It was so gentle and soft yet loud enough to being me back from dreamland. At first I thought is was part of my dream but after a few more gentle knocks that sounded like the sound of a foam being hit on the mouth of a pot, a common musical instrument from the eastern part of Nigeria, I realised I had returned to the real world…
…1PM. In a nutshell, the plan was to find a way of convincing her to come to my room later on that day without telling anyone. The early morning visits to fetch water didn’t sound like a good time to me as her parents would probably know she was ther plus she was always with … Continue reading Love in Gamawa (3)
9 The Okigbo sat by the steps of his home, a look of worry on his face. He rapped his left foot intermittently on the ground in a patient wait for his only child and daughter. At a time, he chided himself. She is a full-grown woman, he thought. She can take care of herself. … Continue reading The love of the masquerader (9)
CHAPTER 9 It was getting close to thirty minutes since the Nko warriors left the village. They took the Nkpawen root into the forest. At the moment, they were close to ‘Epogho.’ Epogho was a small river in the forest of Nko. It used to have a wooden bridge across, but it had been destroyed … Continue reading The Battle Of Timkpo (9 & 10)
CHAPTER 8 The Nkpani police department is a very small unit with a dozen officers. The most superior officer was Inspector Gabon. Inspector Gabon was a short, fat man, with a slight on the shoulder. He was posted to Nkpani a few years back from the calabar main department. There were rumours that his transfer … Continue reading The Battle Of Timkpo (8)