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Category: Short Stories

Ifeanyi

There was this man in our street. He was a regular face and I would always greet him whenever I passed him. He had a sad look on his face every time I saw him. He was about sixty and he always looked unkempt. I…

Cast and Bind 

The reverend walked up to the front door and gave a steady knock. he adjusted his collar and made sure he appeared as prim and as solemn as he could. He would be on his best so he could snag another family flock into his congregation.  Smiling to himself, he thought of how his ’skills’ had been garnering more fame around town.  These people were simple-minded, and any small disturbance was seen as a demonic possession to them. It didn’t hurt that they brought the cases to him, and he could fire up the congregation into tricking them that they were indeed demonic possessions.
Well, not trick per se. 

The Weak End

Shebi I said it that we didn’t have to go down that cave, and yet stupid me agreed with Jide that we truly needed some adventure in our lives. This is why Nigerians don’t do all these hiking trips; there’s too much ‘otherness’ going on…

Impure

“I’m sorry Dan…” Deborah said. She rose to her feet from the king-sized bed and began to move in his direction, dragging along the flowing white designer gown she wore. “Please, don’t do this to me, I’m begging you.” Daniel backed away, shifting his gaze…

Muffled

He was walking down the un-tarred road of Ishieke, this boy with a neat afro cut and chalk-white shorts. If there was someone walking along the street at that time, perhaps a teenager, said teenager would see him; this boy on chalk-white shorts and ripped…