Letting Go, 3
A sharp gasp in the bathroom. He paused and listened, slowly but surely two soft moans followed. He knew that moan anywhere. He had heard it a thousand times from different angles and in different positions. The sensation that followed was almost indescribable.
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I Met The Devil’s Child
Mama always told us that at midnight, the village witches turned into crows and owls and would sing their dirges in the evil forest. I and Ali would quiver under the ankara sheets, frightened to our toes...But Ali was no longer frightened.
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The Life and Times of a Successful Middlechild: Elsewhere
Why am I aware of everything at once but nothing at all. There’s a lovely woman seated across from me, whom I’m supposed to be keeping company. I should be engrossed with the words coming out of her mouth, yet I find myself aware of everything else. But I do notice...
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Letting Go, 4
And there he was, looking rough and worn out in a tired suit, but still a better representation than what he had been earlier that morning. Why did he always look so tired? She wondered. Had God answered her prayers by slapping karma down on him hard after all these...
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Letting Go, 2
She had once been his for the taking. Once. He wondered what happened then. The past was a clutter of dawdled memories. He shook them off. He would focus on the Edima he saw today. How had she grown so beautiful over the years? Like an uninteresting shell, a cocoon...
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Trapped In My Body
Blurb When darkness is your only admirer and the mirror mocks you in glaring light, what is left of your self esteem? Story “Did you see Miss Piggy today?” “Her mother should have swallowed her!” My heart sank as I listened from one of the stalls, with my knees drawn...
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Regret: The Things you should have known
“Just remember, if you need to use the bathroom, ring this little bell and I’ll be here in a flash,” Freddy said to me. His smile was warm and friendly, and his touch reassuring, but I felt belittled. It felt like the whole universe had finally taken a dump on...
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Before Letting Go, 2
Akpan's University journey is just beginning but already Pamela's curves have ensnared him...
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Letting Go
I kept my eyes on the board, unseeing. My sight distorted and void with smeared colors representing the features of my environment. I could not see. Not because I was blind but because there were tears in my eyes. Mr Uchenna's voice was loud, his baritone so deep I feared...
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Dad’s Passing
I lay wide awake in bed, heavy with exhaustion but unable to slip away. The wailing kept me awake—an unsettling sound so broken and hollow, like a woman in excruciating pain; it seemed as if someone was seeking an end, ravaged and tired. It was the sound of my Dad...
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