Abigail Airuedomwinya

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“Like I'm Tired” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Some man in blue oversized coat starts to laugh as he spins another horrendous tale about something we all will probably forget before the night shift. He is sitting on a stool by a careless couple, holding a glass of foamy beer in one hand and laughing. The drunken men are all listening to his tales of a far off country with no name - only that the women are pretty- and about the necklace on his pudgy neck.I am listening too because he amuses me in a kind of desolate way. I know he is lying and he knows it too but we all sit or st...

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“Our Version Of Friendship” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

We started out just fine:We were two geeky friends with freckles on our cheeks. You lived in a house that forever smelt of sunshine and scurrying feet. You used to say you wanted a cat you could call Roxy and I think I used to find it funny. Your mother worked as a cleaner for all those rich fancy workers so her hands were always so rough. But she was a good mother, you said so yourself.I came from a home where father was always traveling and my mother was too religious. She was always at the church with the...

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“Small and Big” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

You grew up asking questions that no one actually answered. It started with your mother when you were six. You asked her about father and how he never showed up for any of your birthdays except buying expensive gifts and your mother shrugged and told you, later, that your father was a good man who loved you. As though you needed some reassurance.Then at ten, you came home with bruises and tears in your eyes. She was painting her nails to a fine shade of pink when you walked in and you knelt by her feet and told her to tell you who ...

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“Operation Crocodile Tears” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

"I don't think love is real anymore." She says after a while of total silence. Her bald head sparkles as the sun hits its mark and her hands shake so much it begins to freeze."What do you mean?" Her friend asks. He is standing behind her, watching as the sea weaves it's way back to land. He knows little of the sea, like why it comes forth and then drags back to its own climax. He doesn't know, as all humans do, why we really are humans. He thinks about it sometimes, wonders why his best friend will die somehow. Somehow.She s...

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“Secrets Are Meant To Fly” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

There were two birds, beautiful with shiny colors. These two birds, afraid to lose each other, tore parts of their shiny feathers, sewing it to a tree. They called it their own Love Tree. Each month, these two birds would fly across oceans and valleys and over fallen warriors and would stop at the Love Tree, blowing kisses at it. Their feathers would flip as the wind tore through it.And in the evenings they would sit atop the tree and watch the fading sun. They would then talk about love and family and fears. She was the one who ta...

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“Leaping Backwards” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

I stroll past the beggar with the shiny coin in a tin can by his side. He is singing one of those songs you might actually find beautiful in your next life, something you could even write about in your kitchen as your children run past you. He raises his head up, glances in my direction and lets out a guttural scream. He has a bald head, I laugh because you'd laugh if you saw him too.I drop a part of me as I push past his unwavering gaze. I drop a part of me that stills my thoughts on moments like this. I drop your smile so that I ...

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“Long Live the Rest of Us” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Chair no12: What happened? Tell us...I used to think we were halves of a whole, like sea and land, hopelessly clutching the last strands of reality. We would wake up side by side in a strange room, inhaling nothing but the smell of winter and strong coffee. And when we blinked, we were introduced to a surreal atmosphere, just the both of us.Then things changed. Not as numbers do, of course, but as winter comes and goes. We grew apart. We were married and yet it felt like we were strangers, falling apart by our own mistakes.

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“Moments After” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Ms. Cobyswort was eating her breakfast late one morning when her servant ran in with a paper from yesterday's grocery theft. He was breathing hard as he pushed the paper towards his mistress, hoping she would understand him sooner. But the frown that creased her forehead told him she was just as oblivious of the truth as he was the night before.He looked at the table of freshly baked bread and jam and omelet and her usual cup of coffee, which he'd served only minutes before and smiled shyly. His mistress shrugged off the interrupti...

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“How Hard We Learn” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

She laughed at his weird unfunny jokes because, in a way, he made her laugh. Or maybe it was simply because she wanted him to notice her smile. She would stop by his stupid little office every day after getting off the train and she would sit on a chair and listen to jokes no one actually found funny. He did not seem to care that his jokes were extremely bland or that the workers who sat on tables and chairs around him found him stupid. He just went on, everyday, cracking the same tasteless jokes and expecting nothing else.She was ...

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“FreeFall” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

The morning came by accident. The night before, two young teenagers had held hands as the rain fell on their brown skins and had listened as someone sang a terrible cover of Ed Sheeran's One. The lyrics were the last thing they heard before the morning came. As the sun wove its head from amongst the clouds, the girl let his hand slip from her wrists. The boy looked at her, long and hard and then he smiled and looked back at the street. She said, "I got the scholarship." It was so sudden the boy paused h...

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“Hard Lessons ” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Back then in a family of five, Gerald was the black sheep. Which meant that he was the useless one who couldn't handle anything or make things go right. There was the pretty twenty-year-old daughter who could play the banjo so well; there was Jack who played the piano like a second skin and then there was mother and father who sang songs that reached the heart.Gerald was the one who couldn't play a thing. Father tried hard to make him just right, after all, theirs was a family of musicians. But not much could have been done. Gerald...

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“Little fireflies” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Her hand gently twirls the cigarette in hopelessness, her eyes pointing upwards as if in silent prayer. In her head, there was this cacophony of voices imploring her to dive in and blow hot air into her lungs and her hand was busy obeying the call. She was seated in a low stool in the middle of her tiny lifeless apartment with the empty bottles of old wine and cigarette butts while her green eyes studied the canvas in front of her. There was paint on the floor, bright shades of blue and red and green but her canvas still ...

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“For the Record” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

There may have been an actual time in an actual year wherein someone as comically naive as Jasper had hoped to find true love or whatever the hell it was called in that part of reality. He might have actually gone on a few dates with a few girls wearing red ribbons and perfect smiles under bright neon lights. And he might have enjoyed such shenanigans once in a while. He might have even jotted down a few New year's Resolutions in his blue notepad and hidden it amongst other perfect things in his special box.He might have called one...

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“Masked Man” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

They were running breathlessly, climbing higher and higher but never reaching the top. One of them was laughing, too excited to want to stop. The other was barely breathing, hands reaching forward in a silent plea, begging and begging to stop. The sun was shining with a relentless urgency and beads of sweat had started to gather on their foreheads. The first was still running, pushing forward as if afraid to stop, afraid to look back. The second was also scared. But both their fears were different. The second was afraid, not of stopping a...

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“This Could be Funny ” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

His name is Osas, an average Nigerian man in a foreign country learning a foreign language and eating foreign meals. Always the average male. He did not have a real home like a house where you go to and get warmth and knowledge that it is yours forever. No! He had nothing of that sort. He had a little rented apartment that smelt of beer and the deep stench of failure. Not that it mattered either way, of course for Osas was simply like that, didn't even know how not to be a total failure.He had a wife before. It was back when he cou...

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I am a student majoring in mass communication and love to write books. Reading and writing books, to me, is a whole new way of discovering oneself and that is the reason I find myself most times carving words. I'd love to hear from you all.

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