THE RUNAWAY
I like the way Jerry says my name without really seeing me there. He drawls it out like a silent prayer, like a whisper to a god you know has already answered your prayers, a sigh. “Nesi” “Yes brother”...
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I like the way Jerry says my name without really seeing me there. He drawls it out like a silent prayer, like a whisper to a god you know has already answered your prayers, a sigh. “Nesi” “Yes brother”...
Read MorePosted by eneojile | Aug 12, 2017 | Uncategorized |
Jide had wondered why everyone seemed to ignore him even before the funeral procession began. He saw all his childhood friends around, moody, teary eyed and refusing to talk. Even Kebiru, the notorious school bully was seen with...
Read MorePosted by TosinFatade | Aug 10, 2017 | Fiction |
I was in my penultimate year in the university when I first met Jamal. He was seconded from the...
Read MorePosted by Saddam Ninhor | Aug 3, 2017 | Fiction, Prose |
Edet sat before the review panel. His heart was pounding. He had enjoyed five years full...
Read MorePosted by jonathanoladeji | Aug 2, 2017 | Featured, Prose |
A girl hung herself in my office this morning, looking at her body slowly sway, turn and twist, I...
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