With shivering hands, I drew the perforated wrapper over my head as the night grew colder. The letters on the it-was-once-white wrapper had faded. When I found it two months ago in this abandoned uncompleted building, it read Crusade! Crusade!! Crusade!!! I could not sleep because of the pain and rumbling in my stomach. The worms seemed to be feeding on my intestine since there was nothing else for them to
Monday, 20 June 2016
Wednesday, 15 July 2015
|Teacher, teach yourself!|
The letter in Janet’s hands had on it the name ‘Angela Uwakwe’ typed in bold capital letters, as if just capitalizing wasn’t enough. Below the name was a phone number.
‘Call her to come pick up her appointment letter’, the school administrator instructed Janet, the school secretary.
Janet went to her office adjacent to the Administrator’s, sat down on her seat, and considered the letter she was holding for a while. She wondered why the administrator had to type this particular letter by herself.
The school employed ten teachers at the same time. Why was I asked to type nine appointment letters while this one is treated specially? The secretary’s mind was filled with scorn as she said ‘this one’ while still contemplating the circumstances surrounding the letter in her hand.
Tuesday, 7 July 2015
|Meet my guests.|
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From the doorway, Okenwa hailed the waiter he was yet to see, raising his left hand impatiently.
‘Hey! Waiter! Come over here right away. I’ve got only a few minutes to spend here. I’m a very busy man.’
Looking around, he found that most of the tables were occupied.
‘What now?! Can’t I find a table to sit?’ Okenwa asked the waiter who approached him.
‘There are still a few vacant tables, sir. Please follow me.’
‘Where are you taking me?’
Tuesday, 30 June 2015
|I will soon inherit all your properties!|
Aghadi shifted uneasily on his seat, drumming his right hand lightly on the arm of his chair.
“I mean, the staff there are wonderful people. I even struck up a relationship with one of them, a charming lady, all for your sake. I want somebody who would look after you there like you were her own.” He wiped the beads of sweat forming all over his face. When there was no response from the frail figure lying on the long sofa, he continued.
Monday, 8 June 2015
|A war song?|
The Choir Master had unconsciously been tapping his thin legs to the tune of “Ibreadi” as though they were some sort of musical instrument. The folds on his forehead came together in an angry knot while his lips folded inwards so they wouldn’t mistakenly join in the song. Immediately the song ended, he sprang to his feet like one stung on the buttocks by a black scorpion.
Tuesday, 26 May 2015
|Shed my tears for me, Oh my pen!|
‘I wish I could step out of this marriage right now’, he murmured. ‘But she’s the only woman who
Thursday, 26 February 2015
No more Promises! They are meant to not be broken but they get broken anyway. So sorry about all the broken promises. Blame it on time.
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|Ants on your precious article, Omara! How come?|
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Chapter One: Omara Attracts the Attention of the Ants
There was once a little girl named Omara. Omara was three years old and in Nursery One. She was the only child of her parents, and they bought her plenty of toys. She loved to play with toys. Her toys were of different colours, shapes and sizes.
Every day after school, she would stay in her room alone, playing with all her toys. When she was not in her room, she would be out at the front yard playing with friends. They usually enjoyed their plays. But Omara was always greedy with her toys.