Tag: fiction writing
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After many years
“Wow. People change,” Samson thought, suddenly feeling proud of himself. Samson remembered the first day he saw Angela and the short see-through dress she wore that day. He still remembers her inviting glossy lips that he fought hard to not stare at. And that seductive perfume of hers he kept wondering what brand it could…
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Gossip from the village
Cousin Ama was on a visit. She’s from our village many miles away. It’s been three years since we left. And a lot has happened within those three years that memories of our past lives in the village were slowly eroding. Cousin’s visit revived many of those fading memories. As I overheard the conversation between…
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The Outcast (Page 40)
The most difficult part of life after writing an important exam is waiting for the results. Now that I had checked my results and they were exceptionally good, I could take in a deep breath, smile and eavesdrop on conversations on other people’s performances. Some students’ results were good, others were bad and a good…
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This too shall pass
Was like some sort of rebirth. Finding oneself in a new land, a strange land. Many of the strongly guarded values back home do not hold here. It’s like some new set of rules for living, tailored to the needs of the people, existed here. A stranger, Louis strolls through the streets of his new…
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In search of bread
Early morning. I have somewhere urgent to go in about an hour and half. Back from my morning jogging routine. Very hungry. Forgot to take my wallet. Had to to go to the room to fetch it. The atmosphere in the room is different. It’s quiet and a little stuffy. Outside, there’s so much fresh…
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Memories of home
It became the norm, sad as the situation was. It amazed her that one part of the world could live in such quiet, peace and harmony whereas another part of the world was in chaos, where hope was torn into pieces by bullets sweeping past the ears of fleeing children and mothers and fathers and…
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The New Chairman
It was offertory time. And before a song was raised for us to dance and give out our monies, the pastor read out some information. It was a breakdown of our offerings for each month from the various local assemblies. Apparently, he was pleased with the figures, adding that he didn’t want members to become…
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The Outcast (Page 39)
Back home, I was impatient to show the results to my parents. They had gone out and weren’t back. It was 7pm, then 8…9pm, still they weren’t in. Where could they be? Everyday they were always at home by this time. Today that I had something important to share, they were no where to be…
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The Controversy
It was everyone’s dream and wish that Akweley marries. For she was so kind, humble and generous. She was an interpreter at her local church, helping her town people understand what the English priest said. Even the priest prayed that she find a good husband. On one occasion while she was interpreting his sermon, he…
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The Outcast (Page 38)
Thursday afternoon. I receive a message : the results are in. I stood there still, digesting the message, growing nervous each passing minute.Checking the results of one’s final exams was like undergoing a heart transplant, a delicate affair. “Should I check that same day or the next?” I contemplated. Then I thought of an idea.…
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