Category: imaginative
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Odessa – Chapter 3: Fire on the mountain
As the setting sun faded in the sky, it dissolved its yellowish colour and sprayed it into the faces of the arrogant mountains that stood up to it. On a small, wooden, black and white tv, the president addressed the nation. The president wasn’t angry. He only struggled to keep his voice down when he…
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Odessa -Chapter 2: Foreigner
The motorbike slipped and nearly spat him into the mud. He succeeded in escaping an embarrassing fall, smiling and scanning around to see if anyone noticed. His eyes met those of no one. He hoped to find an observer with whom to laugh at his awkwardness. Now, he found none and was only smiling to…
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Odessa – Chapter 1 : Cold war ( Continuation )
A new fetish priest was in town. As his way of announcing himself, he built his shrine on a controversial piece of land, a site along the beach on which the president sent soldiers to supervise the demolition of illegal structures, to pave way for the expansion of a road network linking China Town and…
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Odessa – Chapter 1: Cold war
The prophet was arriving soon. The living room was already full of family members. And friends. A few church members were standing outside. And Djhaké had gone to get some extra chairs. Dabali was in the corridor, peering through a cut in the window at the guests in the living room. He had no gift…
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The Widow of no.9 Street Closing Chapter 7: The beginning of the End
Sugar was what she made for a living but sweetness was missing from her life. From the day she discovered he cheated on her, it was finished. Her love for him. Her respect. Her hopes of a sweet marriage. She was a sex expert and he, she thought, knew little about sex positions and a…
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The Widow of no.9 Street Chapter 6: Dilemma
One day, Brenda was broke. She told me on the phone. It was a weekend. “Where are all her callers?” I asked myself. Her phone never stopped ringing. New numbers. New male voices. One of her callers’ name was saved “Love”. If her phone rang late night, you could guess it was ” Love” and…
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The Widow of no.9 Street Chapter 5: Lunch break
There comes a time you learn to just watch people and not react to many things. You just keep doing you. There are roads to be travelled and mountains to be crossed and plenty of obstacles to be bypassed and ignored. Seated in my office a few minutes to lunch break, my eyes were fixed…
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The Widow of no.9 Street Chapter 4 : Allegations and Alligators
She read me like a book and could tell when I was broke and dejected or when something personal bothered me. “You don’t look Ok. What’s the matter?” She would ask. “Nothing.” I replied. When she guessed it had something to do with money, she slipped a note into my hand when no one was…
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The Widow of no.9 Street Chapter 3: Wrong move
My office was a one-storey wooden structure overlooking Mrs. Stella’s sugar plantation. Mrs. Stella was confident that I had no interest in the new girl. And so, she allowed the new girl bring me coffee in the morning and she didn’t complain whenever the new girl spent her late afternoons in my office when she…
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