Tag: Creative writing
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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 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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A path calls me
I was born running Running with the masses In a race to nowhere And in the middle of nowhere A path calls me Something about this path Like a piece of me has journeyed it before Naked, Unashamed of labels Of being perverse, odd, wild and unruly.
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Madmen’s Song – A poem
For my breakfast I ate books Lunch was music Movies for supper For dessert, I took the advice of wise friends When I went to sleep, I dreamt ideas And when I awoke, I saw many good things I could do with the pile of junk that filled my world I must get to work…
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Your past came knocking – A poem
Your past came knocking It came with a message packaged in the person of your Ex The urge to open it was strong But I resisted Wanted you to read it and tell me what it means for us Whatever you decide I just want you to know Darling, my collection of happiness That you…
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Journey with me to the top
“Carry a journal with you and write in it any idea that occurs to you during the day,” our Introduction to English I course lecturer told us. Dr. Patience hiaMensa was her name. “That’s a great idea,” I thought to myself, suddenly remembering the many times I had written brilliant stories on pieces of papers…
