Canterbury, 1824 Fanny would slit her throat with a blade. Crouched on a bench, by the cottage, she turned the huswife everyway, contemplating her decision just one last time. No one would miss her, not even Mother. She scowled, remembering Mother’s face wrinkled from both age and rancor. Her bitter voice always echoed Fanny’s shortcomings, …
To Live Again Nathan picked up his phone, calling Uche. “Have you seen the mail from Pritzker?” “Which Pritzker?” Uche sounded sleepy. Nathan asked Uche to look through the firm’s email, and Uche doing so, shouted “Wow! This feels like I am dreaming. But are you sure it’s not a scam?” “I looked through their …
Total reading Time: 7 minutes Nathan, biting his lip, looked to the side mirror and pulled to a stop, reaching Falomo. The woman dropped and was hurrying off, when he honked and handed her two thousand Naira―an afterthought. Last thing he wanted was her thinking he was a ritualist and that he wanted to hypnotize …
Total Reading Time:10 minutes Nothing was more chaotic than traffic in Lagos on a Monday morning following a rainy night. Drivers would honk impatiently, bypassing water-filled potholes as medicine sellers perched at corners of bus stops with microphones in hand, boasted of how the drugs they sold at ridiculously cheap prices cured every sickness. Traders …
Throwback to my first ever attempt at Flash Fiction writing. Of course I tweaked this piece a little, but it still tells the same story as the previous. “Burn her! Burn her!” The angry mob yelled, every voice echoing bitter hunger for retribution. A stench of horror held in the air. Some agberos approached the …