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The Ahosi (A short Story)

“Charge!”

The commander’s voice rang like a bell above the thumping of the drums in the clear afternoon. We sprang from our crouching position like thunderbolts from the hand of Xevioso, all three hundred of us moving as one.  We reached our objective after a short sprint.

Plague

“Get your things now!” screamed Tolani Williams at his teenage daughter, Ashley. He was frantically stuffing things into a little duffel bag.

“Daddy? What’s going on? Where are we going?” asked, the clearly terrified teenager.

He looked at her. She still looked beautiful even with the strain of the last couple of days. She had lost weight. She had her mother’s high cheekbones, bright eyes and full lips. Her natural hair was neck length. It looked haggard now, but so did his. He hadn’t shaved in over a week, his hair was a mess and he was sure his clothes stank

BOOK REVIEW: A Conspiracy Of Ravens by Othuke Ominiabohs

A Conspiracy of Ravens is the second novel by Othuke Ominiabohs (author of Odufa), a political thriller. As suggested by the title, the novel follows the players and the pawns in a high-echelon conspiracy connected with every historical threat to the Nigerian State, from the Civil War to Boko Haram insurgency and Niger-Delta militancy.

Christmas Dreams

Paul awoke suddenly, bed drenched in sweat. He looked around him to get his bearing. He couldn’t see much. There was no power.

‘Thanks Nepa!’ he thought. He was alone in his room. He glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table; it read 5:02am. He sighed, if he slept for an hour more, he’d have to get to work. He ran a hand through very short hair and rubbed his eyes, what was the dream he was having again? He could have sworn that he was having a dream. His heart relaxed, he hadn’t even realized it was beating fast, he took a deep breath and gave the room another once over. Whether because he was afraid of some unseen intruder or because he just liked peering into the darkness, he had no idea.

A Brief Conversation

A mans sits in the middle of the park. Brooding, perhaps. It’s snowing, not so heavily but enough to be wrapped up. He wasn’t wrapped up. He was dressed moderately.

Not how you dress in December, not in this side of the country. His head, bowed down. Thinking, perhaps. He’s surrounded by children. They play, loudly. Occasional screams; nothing loud enough to break his concentration. No.

Yes, he’s thinking now. So much so, he doesn’t notice the child sitting next to him. The child is properly dressed for the weather but still, feels the sting of the December winter. It’s really cold.

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