I cancelled Igbo boys in general the day I got embarrassed by one.
It was the worst day of my life.
On a Sunday, after church service, I was standing in the church junction waiting for a bus to board.
Flowers
His marriage was over, he knew it. The problem was he refused to accept it. His wife Lizzy had made it clear last week after he stomped into her office accusing her of being in an affair with her ex and blaming him for their marital woes. She was tired of his obsession with this particular ex, tired of dealing with his insecurities and accusations, and every other problem that came with having him as a husband. She was done. While he was still âblabbingâ, she ordered him to leave her office, her voice so low she could barely hear herself. âGet out!â She yelled, louder this time. He paused, startled, walked up to her so they were barely inches apart, but she didnât flinch. She looked him dead in the eye. Finally he shook his head then turned to leave slamming the door behind him. He knew that this time she didnât just want him out of her office but out of her life, and one way or the other he was going to have to accept it.
Few days later, after a meeting at work, he stopped at a bar. He wanted to be away from everyone but also didnât want to be alone.
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Love
Injected
She stood by the window watching in terror as the door opened slowly; he was back again for her and there was nowhere to run. She folded her hands by her side, looking around for a way to escape or hide, but there was no hiding spot and the only way out was through the door.
Back to before
“Mummy!â my son screamed from outside at the top of his voice. I didnât blame him, he was late for school and I was sitting in front of the mirror, trying to use makeup to hide my swollen eyes.
Monsters with reason
âThe only way to save her was to kill her. It was not something I wanted to do, but I needed to do it.
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Flash fiction
Throughout the journey, all he could think of was her beautiful face, and now he was few steps away from seeing it.
My first murder
I woke up to my parents, yelling at each other like they did most mornings. My mother was doing most of the yelling, and this time, for a good reason. She had just found out that my father borrowed an immense sum of money from the bank for his failing business, and he had till… Continue reading My first murder
How we met
Standing on the altar, in front of a man I love, exchanging heartfelt vows, was something I never thought I was going to do. I believed in love, in having a soulmate, but after many failed relationships, I concluded mine did not exist. âI, Okafor Fortune, take you, Nnadi Samuel to be my husband, to… Continue reading How we met