Chapter Two It was a breezy and chilly Saturday morning. Harmattan usually was my best season but on that particular Saturday morning, it seemed it was on a whole new level. Lying on the comfort of our beds covered with duvets and blankets, we kept dishing out stories upon stories. Yeah, I mean my friends … Continue reading Holy Sin 2
Chapter one The chattering noise from other students in the classroom couldn’t let me take a nap before the next lecturer came in. I guess a five minutes nap would have been enough for me. Just when I put my phone inside my bag, bent down again to see if I could force myself to … Continue reading Holy Sin
The Premature Babies.Doctor: Call that Lady (let’s call her Lady A) back and tell her not to buy that thing again. The child is deadLady A comes back, unaware of what was happening, asked the doctor, “should I still go back and buy the blood?”Just a look at Lady A, you could tell she was … Continue reading The Premature Babies
"Oma, Chekwube's mum has been mentioning your name to the teachers outside. she looks angry. What did you do?" A classmate I couldn't remember her name said to me. "Ah! Oma, the maths teacher said I should call you. She is outside and Chekwube's mum is there too. I wonder why they all want to … Continue reading Ever being accused of something? Find out mine. ‘A girl in the pool of blood’
Just like the old man in Achebe's Anthills of Savannah , 'it is only the story that would survive beyond the warrior and the war.' Story is a way of sharing and preserving our experiences. Even when we must have departed this world, our stories remain to inform the generations to come, of our life … Continue reading The Power of Stories.
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