It is some of days shy of 3 weeks since I got angry for the first time in a long time. I lost a major part of my sense of reasoning such that I put myself in harm's way. I screamed and clapped at an armed, angry mob, right in their faces. They were ruthlessly… Continue reading Mob, Murder, Kyriarchy
Category: Stories
WHAT TO DO: watery story
Kelechi was always an emotional person, she prided on her low sense of rationality. It was no wonder the events played out the way they did...
#StoriesOfJuly: Chinenye’s Chronicles
Innocence Sweet, precious innocence caught me in a very emotional place. I sat in the bus earlier this evening, bemoaning the unhealthy financial state of my pocket, trying to control the lethargic feeling of being broke that was creeping up on me. This lady comes in with two children, seats beside me and does that… Continue reading #StoriesOfJuly: Chinenye’s Chronicles
#StorieOfJuly: Rage
Lotanna was not one to pay attention to dreams, else he would have given more than scant consideration to the dream of the quicksand. He unhurriedly packed his suitcase, a lazy smile played on his face. He could almost taste Mama’s Achi soup. He frowned. He hoped Cheche had not deemed it fit to intercept… Continue reading #StorieOfJuly: Rage
#StoriesOfJuly: The Location
“I’m heading to the location”, he said, cheerfully. Then added, “with Lago”. I trembled and was about to reply with the typical ‘have fun’ I had grown so accustomed to when the phone abruptly went off. “So much for NEPA.” I muttered under my breath. We both knew where he’d be and exactly what they’ll… Continue reading #StoriesOfJuly: The Location
#StoriesOfJuly: Love Thy Neighbor
"Efulefu!" Mama Nkiru spat. She rushed into Titi's house to find her sprawled on the floor barely breathing. Blood was all over her face, her eyes were tightly shut, blood drooled from her mouth. A ghastly sight. "Chei! Chineke! Uncle Teacher, Mama Akara, who dey there o? Abeg make una come." She called to her… Continue reading #StoriesOfJuly: Love Thy Neighbor
Subtle Smiling Brute
Yesternight I remembered Mr Shinku. He was a no-good man who wanted to sleep with me. A big man with a booming voice, I remember being worried he would keel over from a heart attack because I thought a body that big will only last so long before the heart stops. I met Shinku when… Continue reading Subtle Smiling Brute
