Tag: fiction writing
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The Outcast (Page 37)
Slowly I was beginning to make profits. I documented my daily sales. But because I was young and had no one to guide me on making sound financial decisions, I enrolled myself in an ICT training program. Those were the days, ICT was new in our system and many were predicting that finishing school without…
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The Outcast (Page 36)
My parents didn’t want me to be idle while at home waiting for my final examination results. So they got me an old phone and some money to buy airtime wholesale and retail to customers. I went to Kwame Nkrumah Circle, where I bought what looked like a little desk and an umbrella. It took…
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The Game
He asked her to meet him by the river. He drove all the way there and parked his car on the banks, a very quiet place, isolated from the hustle and bustle of city life. Was it safe for her to go? Of all the places one could choose to meet someone, why there?She thought…
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The Outcast (Page 35)
The first few days of my stay at home with my parents were memorable. School reopened and my siblings were off to school. For the first time, I stayed at home watching other pupils go to school. The fun part was that, I stayed at home and no one complained. Usually, mom or dad would…
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The Outcast ( Page 34)
It was a long wait. Soon, hunger set in. I was given some money for my transport and thankfully, I had some change on me. I stepped outside to buy a drink from a shop nearby. A woman in her early forties, sat, doing some calculations on a large calculator mostly used by provision store…
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Boma
Boma doodled on the blank sheet of paper in front of him. He glanced left, then right, head still bowed as if engrossed in some paperwork. But it was all a façade. Deep down he knew, he was only fooling himself. He was illiterate. But he had suddenly been put in the spotlight and he…
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He thanked her, and walked away
Kezia looked at the gentleman in front of her, from feet to toe, toe to feet. A reminder of how low she had sunk. How rich and handsome guys used to pursue her. How she could easily choose them like wine, sip just a little and try the next. It was a privilege for a…
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The Outcast (Page 33)
It looked as if that day will never come. But it did come, slow as it might have seemed to me. During difficult moments, the end of the tunnel can be very blur even when we are standing next to it. It was one cool Monday morning, April 20. I remember the date very well.…
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Sumaru and Jango
At night the two maids retired to their room. Daytime they were donkeys. Nighttime, they were masters of themselves in their own room, where they could fart and sleep naked as they pleased, and eat whatever they could sneak out and buy. Or, if they were broke, confine themselves to whatever their Madam served them.…
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Job interview
Akwele was in so many WhatsApp groups. Nothing sensible ever came out of any of them. Only stupid messages. The goal for creating some of the groups was to remain in touch as coursemates after school, and perhaps help one another whenever possible with notifications of job openings, chances to further one’s education and financial…
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