The story of my birth and all its activities was aired on local and national TV and sprinkled on the pages of several dailies. To crown it all, I came out a beauty. I inherited my father’s blue eyes and my mother’s flawless skin. My parents couldn’t have been more happier at that moment.
They say he went out one night with his pee partner Jimi, but on their way back he fell and slammed his head on a stone. Jimi told the school authorities that he didn’t know Nedu wasn’t behind him that night. The next morning, they found his bloody body on the corridor. He had bled to death.
A man wearing a blue and black head warmer, dressed up in a black vest and a blue jean was screaming at the taxi driver with a gun in his hand, I leaned forward to make out an image of his face, but I jerked bark when the angry looking man’s gun went off. I almost died in the cab. No, I think I died and came back. The only thought on my mind was that my taxi driver had been shot.
“Fast forward seven years and I was in the same situation again. I was working at a not-for-profit firm in Lagos and used to frequent a restaurant across the road from my office. It was small and greasy and the food was cheap and cheerful. I hated going in at lunch time because it would be full of lawyers from a court nearby in their mostly ill-fitting black and white attires and they would be talking at the top of their voices like it was a competition to see who could out-shout the other.”
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…
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…
I stare at the men in uniform patrolling the living room, a sunken aura revolving around them. Alex’s body lay there lifeless, in an unattractive crimson pool. Her eyes staring into nothing and thoughts sauntering off the edge of the universe. There’s a bullet hole by the left side of her head and her body…
I had often heard that good things come in threes, but I’d never given any thoughts to it, because I hate trite sayings. As usual, fate conspired to show me that as much as I thought I knew a lot, I knew nothing. Falling for you took the form of a three part drama staged…
Previous Episode – Episode 1. Click here to read. I had recovered from the somewhat excruciating pain that I felt in my left eye which was an effect from the collision of the bullet and the wall. I escaped blindness. In confusion, many thoughts had run through my head. What if my house was blown…
A wise quote once said, You are not responsible for who you attract but you are responsible for who you entertain. It’s the eyes, they always get to me. I like to think they don’t. He had the softest unrelenting eyes that looked at me like I was the prettiest thing he had seen in…
Rufus sat in the chair at the back of the class, as he had become accustomed. To compound the misery, he was shortsighted, which made his decision to sit at the back even more bewildering. He would struggle to see what Mr. Tamuno scribbled on the board, but then give up after a while. While…
I lay on the bed awake staring at the ceiling. It was so quiet that the sound from the intermittent ticking of the clock hands could be detected by the sound recorder hung on the wall. The room was also very dark except for the faint rays of moonlight piercing through my gold and blue…
If only he knew that my beautiful eyes had shed unspoken tears If only he could see beyond the bright smile into my hidden fears Then maybe he can begin to understand the tale never written The words never spoken. A torn picture carefully hidden by a beautiful frame A heart full of scars obscured…
