Category: imaginative
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University students
On our university campus, I can easily tell which level a student belongs to by his or her looks. First year students always look lost. They’re always asking for directions to various departments and hostels, even when they’re already standing at those places. Some can be seen staring at magnificent buildings on campus. Those ones…
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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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The Widow of No.9 Street Chapter 2 : Offside Traps
July 3, 9am. A cool Monday morning preceded by a few drizzles. A truck arrives at Mrs. Stella’s house to offload goods ordered two months ago. Usually, Mrs. Stella would yell at a worker mal-handling her goods whenever she noticed one. But ever since she admitted she was in love with me, I noticed she’s…
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The Widow of No.9 Street Chapter 1 : Close Encounter
There was silence after she spoke. I noticed her eyes were fixed on the table before her and she would not lift them to look at me. Her breathing was slow and hard, beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She waited for my reply. I was blank. What should I say? My mind replayed…
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18XX – Part 9 ( Final Chapter)
It is hard to believe Sharon is dead. If her rose flowers haven’t wilted yet, and continue to get mysteriously watered at night, she’s sending a message to someone. And the more I think about the narratives circulating her disappearance, the more mysterious I find that former classmate of ours. The last time I saw…
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18XX – Part 8
I am strolling through the walls of my former school, Martin Fisher Memorial. It’s been eight years now since I left. The school compound looks deserted and old and the classrooms and assembly grounds that used to look very big in my eyes now look very small. I am witnessing a distant present that seems…
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18XX – Part 7
“Bushman,” he repeated the words to himself. She called him a bushman, a good-for-nothing illiterate that she felt ashamed to introduce to her acquaintances. “Wolves live in the jungle. Go there and join your brother and sister wolf in the jungle, bushman!.” Sanaa spat the words one day during an acrimonious dispute between her and…
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18XX – Part 6
It was by accident we discovered the truth. She was in love with him, from the first day she set eyes on him. Her home was hell, her husband a bushman she could not connect with on a deeper level. Then comes this young, intelligent and handsome guy who to her, represents an escape from…
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18XX – Part 5
Many strange things happen in our school. Little did we know that Sharon, a pupil recently admitted into the school, was sent to uncover these mysteries. She was unusually bright for her age and had gained entrance into the school using a fake identity. Unknown to whatever secret agent behind Sharon, our school had specially…
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18XX – Part 4
Deafening silence punctuated by sounds of chalk on a blackboard and the shifting of the teacher’s feet. The brightness injected into the classroom through its door darkens slightly, forcing the teacher and a chunk of his pupils to turn to the door. There stood headmaster Baldwin, his almost toothless gums unable to express the big…
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18XX – Part 3
It was time for our first lesson. And as the teacher motioned for the board to be cleaned, I starred at him, wondering what could have brought him all the way from the south to the far north here with its harsh weather conditions. The south of the country was bustling with economic activities and…
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18XX – Part 2
Whiles trying to take off my bag before occupying my seat beside the class window, I spot an intriguing figure roaming in the woods in the distance. Adrian, seated behind me, tugged incessantly at my shirt. He wanted to show me something hidden in his bag that he had smuggled to school. Suddenly, an open…
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18XX – Part 1
The isolated house on the small hill beside the river and the adjoining forest of dried trees standing far from one another as if at loggerheads, steamed in the pieces of winter dusted off the sky. I fixed my gaze on the vast river that stretched far into the fog, a wonder beyond my young…
Diary of a Wanderer 