Short Stories

Things were so bad for me that I accepted I was just born to celebrate others, never to be celebrated. From the belief that I solely existed to make others have a taste of bitterness, I began to live the role. Just like that, hearing the success stories of others made my heart darker. That day, I had come to …

Life is such a strong word It encompasses the sweetness like the droppings from a honeycomb The slapping edge of the sour taste That makes the whole body quiver and shudder While the eyes water in protest   The biting bitterness of the surface that makes us throw up copious amounts of saliva Leaving an aftermath of nausea crippling our …

It is midnight. I am awake, sitting on the bench that used to occupy two, feeling the roughness of the space with my palms, staring into the night. I unconsciously try to make a shape out of the not so visible trees. The cold seep into my bones. You dwell on my mind, deep. Memories. How did we get to …

The earth was damp – an unhealthy mixture of the putrid smell of decaying matter. The ground was marshy and sloppy. The gutters full of green algae were bursting forth with water. She managed to maneuver her way through the unhealthy environment while keeping her intestines down her throat. “The heck! This place reeks so badly!” Water came trickling down …

Moshood and I had been friends since childhood. Despite our cultural differences, we still had similar interests and hobbies. While he battled with his Hausa, I barely spoke Igbo. Our friendship bonded both families. We were raised at the heart of Enugu – Independence Layout – inseparable. Back in secondary school, everyone knew they had to get through me to …