Innocents Unheard

Innocent Unheard by Rachael Asikpo
“Witch!” “Rot in hell!” Scowling faces glared down in disgust amidst the drumming and chanting from village maidens. Their faces, a bright orange in the glaring firelight from the burning torches. She raised her hands to shield her face from the glaring beams and tucked her head to elude lashing hands. They pulled at her clothes, tearing her already ragged linen, ravaging her like wild dogs, tossing her from side to side. Her head jerked forward as a hard slap caught it!

Letting Go

Letting Go by Rachael Asikpo
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 it resonated in the wooden desk on which I sat. He was shouting and gesticulating, a distorted towering figure next to the board. I could not make out his features because I was unseeing. I could not hear what he taught because I was not listening.