Fiction

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The Red Thread

“Mummy, tell me the story of the red thread.” It was bed time, but little Ose was far from tired. Burrowing deeper under the covers, she made room for her mother to get into bed with her. Not one to say no to anything Ose asked for, the very tired mother got into bed with…

SHORT STORY: Put Your Weight On My Shoulder

‘Put your weight on my shoulders’ was one of her favorite expressions. I didn’t know what it meant but she had a way of sounding smart even when she was saying the stupidest things. Maybe it had something to do with her raspy voice that sounded like muted distortion guitar strings, or the confidence her…

ASHI (A Series) – Part 1

May 23rd 2013 8:25pm Ebenezer hostel Yaba, Lagos. Onyekachi eyes me with contempt, “I’m confused, I don’t understand what you mean.” She starts laughing her high pitched laugh, the one she starts when she’s trying so hard to believe you but she really doesn’t. “Amma please tell me you’re joking”. For a roommate she really…

The Last Prayer [2]

Read Part [1] HERE Papa wrapped his belt around his hand. How many times had he told Ade that he should walk like a man anytime he called or honked? He had had to open the gate himself to drive in his rickety beetle car. The sound of the car could be heard a 100…

The Last Prayer [1]

He wrapped the belt around his left hand in anger. Lines of fury turned his face into a monster. He gritted his teeth in mad anger and lifted up his belt. The boy cowered, raising up his arms to receive the thrashing. His body could not take them anymore. It was already torn in various…

SHORT STORY: One Crazy Night

I must have had too much to drink at dinner; even from my deep slumber, I could feel the weight in my balls and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I needed to evacuate the contents of my bladder. With a swing of my legs and a few choice curse words directed at no…

Onyinye (A short story)

Letter writing was still in vogue during my secondary school days. To get a girlfriend those days—unlike now that one can collect the girl’s phone number and blaster her with love texts, or chat with her via social networks—one had to either talk to the girl one-on-one or write a love letter to her, polishing…