Tag: Creative writing

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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.

  • Sleeping Dragon – Final Chapter

    It’s the dawn of Judgment Day. A mass choir with each member carrying lit candles lead the army through the forests engulfing Salsa to Omnipotent Towers at Legends’ Heights where the gigantic statue of Gorr stands, singing moving hymns along the way. The army kneels before the statue for Gorr’s blessings. The King is to…

  • Sleeping Dragon – Part 4

    With outstretched arms and knelt on a golden dais borne on the shoulders of four mighty giants, King Amia enters the Supreme Martial Court of Wilo amidst thunderous cheers from his subjects. “Aaaaaamiaaaaa!!!!……Aaaaaamiaaaaa!!!!………Aaaaaamiaaaaa!!!! The great hall shudders with chants mounting to an earthquaking crescendo. Crowds on the streets of Salsa go wild and restive with…

  • Sleeping Dragon – Part 3

    King Olga hangs himself on an oak tree outside his palace. Crowds throng the scene, despite the chilly winter storm and threats from the palace guards to ward off the scene. For months, the royal family cannot name a successor. The ensuing rot and riots breed traitors, terrorists and bandits who scavenge the countrysides for…

  • Sleeping Dragon – Part 2

    Many of the citizens of the Zengo Empire never heard of BMS Invisible. They were an elite, highly trained special commando forces for strike backs classified “Impossible” by the Supreme Martial Court of Wilo. They were led by the almighty Jaguar, godfather of Ghost Town. The invasion was scheduled for 4am. At exactly 2am, Jaguar’s…

  • Sleeping Dragon

    Wee Base.11pm. Code :Womanizers’ League Jaguar crushed the lit cigarette in his clenched fist after his war-hardened veterans had quickly memorized the contents of the note. Cocking their guns, they disappeared into the abandoned mansion kneeling in the dark on the outskirts of the town. Tidal waves crushed themselves angrily against the rocks below the…

  • Holy Pepper – Part 2

    Sani lay glued to the bloody floor, his entire body completely cold – except a small opening in his ass which still retained some warmth, thanks to occasional farting. A time-bomb locked in his left chest ticked louder and louder, the blood that oozed from his ears and nostrils quickening their pace as if trying…

  • Open this door! – A short story

    – Denis! Open this door!! – Tell her to give me my phone! – Why will I take his phone? Sofie, you were here when I told you about the pictures I saw on my husband’s phone. I could have divorced him, but I never reacted. I am still with him. So why will I…

  • 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…

  • united we fall – The complete story

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  • Holy Pepper

    From the time the cup was handed over to him, Sani knew he was the next to die. Like water in a clenched fist, his life was slipping fast through his hands. Whiles lying in his room deeply absorbed in his thoughts, he noticed an eye peeking at him through a crack in his room…

  • 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…

  • Moonlight – the full story.

    It was midnight. From the hill on which our cottage stood, I saw the eyes of an incoming bus dilate with delight as it peeped through the fog that had pinned itself to the wet, virgin forest. Everything around the cottage had taken on the the greyish look of the moon stuck against the indomitable…

  • Kanté is growing

    The merciless Ivorian sun crushed tarred road into simmering waves. Illusion beckoned Kanté to keep looking into the distance for evidence. And whiles looking, past memories gently crept into his mind as he trudged through the enervating heat towards his favorite restaurant for his lunch break. Food. Food. Food. All that had been on his…

  • united we fall – The complete story

    -our sister Lalé was robbed last night. She was returning from work around 1am and noticed a dubious figure following her at a distant. She quickened her pace. So did her intruder. Upon reaching the gate to the house, she found it locked and she began screaming, “Thief! Thief! Thief!” But no one came out…

  • Machine Heart – Part 2

    Footsteps of neighbours returning late from work soon died down into the silence of midnight, occasionally broken by distant howling of dogs and eerie hooting of owls. Diallo lay in his room, unable to sleep, looking out of his open window at the half moon skating across the sky, above the thick fog that sat…

  • Machine heart – a short story

    5pm. A hazy Friday evening. Two colleagues are alone at the backseat of their company bus. She was talking, her elbow on his shoulder, turning away shyly whenever her eyes met his. “I can hardly get you off my mind. At work when you see me busy at my desk…on my phone..it’s just a facade..it’s…

  • I wonder

    She cheated on her husband and I was curious to know how and why it happened. It could not have been in her home. She and her husband hardly receive visitors. The neighbors would have found it suspicious that a man paid her a visit while her husband was away at work. Being the gifted…

  • Come back

    He no longer believes in their relationship. He’s taken his bag and fled. No word. Not even a goodbye. She’s heard he is in Togo. She stands in church today, a microphone in hand, in tears. Testimony time. Let her enemies know that despite the efforts to kill her joy, she will still smile, even…

  • RASTA

    For the entire night, visions of Diallo’s Barber Shop traumatized Ras Jungblé in his sleep. “Barber Shop! Barber Shop! Barber Shop!” The words rang loud and maddened his anxiety. He sat up with a jolt. As he stood up to his window and gazed at the barber shop in the distance, he saw nothing but…

  • 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…

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