Uzoamaka
There is something scary about life, something disheartening about life, something exhausting about life. That thing sends chills down one’s spine, it causes the anger or happiness that was once in one’s body to suddenly dissipate, it leaves goosebumps on one’s skin and makes one still for a long time…
What Will Tomorrow Bring?
Golden hour was upon the land. Already, the sky had turned into a vibrant hue of orange that spelled the beginning of dusk. This served her well. Her youngest was playing in the shallow end of the river with the other children. She had always warned Kira to keep to the shallow end, nearer to the bank.
Her fear was not without foundation.
The Awakening
What thinking man can respect himself? I certainly do not respect myself. I am a mouse, a speck in the universe. I am very insignificant. I understand these facts well and no one but me realises how l think of myself. The facticity that I think this low of myself makes me sink even lower…
12 O'clock
The year Papa died, I realised God was a mortal man too because I think he died with Papa. Mama wailed, I wept, Chibundu cried, then Mama followed suit the way I had seen flies follow nsi at Papa's small cassava farm.
The Nature of the Beast
To breathe the air was to breathe needles. One had to prepare oneself for sharp nose pricks. The cold was barely bearable by Lagos standards, but it was bearable. To breathe the air was to breathe needles. One had to prepare oneself for sharp nose pricks.
The Way of Death
Pam couldn’t believe that she had actually gone through with it
You know how when you have a nightmare where you keep falling into infinite darkness. That sinking feeling in your tummy that only intensifies, reverberating pressure until you cant take any more…
Preparations and Reparations
It was Friday and Gina was ecstatic that the week was coming to an end. Plus for once she didn’t have to report to work on Saturday. Her ancestors must have been smiling some good luck down at her and it was about damn time that they did…
