HOME MEMORIES by Gideon Cecil

It was the August holidays and school was closed. Rose Hall Town was a very hectic Town many churches were hosting fun days and the Town was hosting all sorts of activities but going to the Apollo Cinema to see movies were the greatest entertainment for young men and women...

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REGRET by Olisaemeka Gerald Njoku

I was a happily married lady. I had the husband every woman prayed for. Mike (my husband) was of average height, dark, rich and so caring. He worked with the biggest telecommunications company in Nigeria, and was actually a regional manager. He was Yoruba and I was Igbo. Our marriage...

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MY SWEET LITTLE COURAGE

Nche did not bother bantering with the pupils lining his path. The gutter surrounding Santa Maria Church was already littered by pupils with their lunch packs, eating and japing. The stairs was reserved for the big kids and the bullies and others rich enough to buy ice cream, though the...

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MY MOTHERS’ MADNESS

They say every human being has 5 minutes of madness. Whoever made this statement simply does not know my mother or he wouldn’t have made this generalized statement. You know what they say, Nigerian mothers are crazy. My mom is actually extra crazy – crazy alone does not do justice...

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SAN: IS FASHOLA PART OF THEM?

The stench deep as the body of the dead peeping through a room abandoned for days. My stomach sensed an unwanted connection from the two openings sitting above my mouth and the lines on my face wrinkled into a frown. My younger brother seemed not to notice this odor in...

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…AND ỌNỤ HATED LOVE (part 1) by Chijioke Ngobili

Blood dripped. Body jerked repeatedly. Temperature high. “Nurse, Nurse! Call the doctor, call the doctor!” Voices yelled. Everyone was in panic, busy and at alert. “Hi? I’m Dr. Ọnụ. How are you now?” The patient managed to look at the face from the sick bed. Everywhere was still misty in...

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AM I A WITCH? (part 2)

They take me to the front of the house where everybody is waiting. They tie me to a big stick. They start praying. Everybody says amen. The prayer and the ‘amen’ sound like music that they all enjoy. I don’t enjoy it. It is what took place before Onome was...

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