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Submitted to Contest #16
The lady I had been staring at for so long that I feared for my eyes wore a red, shiny dress which fitted her curvy form perfectly; showing off her long, creamy legs as she sat with her legs crossed. She held a half-filled wine glass with slightly shaking hands—it’s dark-coloured content swirling in the transparent container as she laughed, throwing her head back and letting her hair fall in a golden cascade like an Atlantis waterfall down her bare back. A million thoughts churned in my head as I watched her. I thought of as...
Submitted to Contest #10
Our mother breathed fire. Everybody knew that. She had the sharpest of tongues—like a razor blade sharpened on both sides, and the cleverest of wits, a biting sarcasm in her speech which usually made her assailants lose quick battles. Many times, after she had mercilessly and effortlessly dealt with one, one would reply bitterly; already conceding to defeat: “It’s rather unfortunate that you cannot put your tongue to good use, useless woman” Unfortunate. That was the word with which Mama was first described....
Shortlisted for Contest #6 ⭐️
Agbor Park, one of the most popular commercial parks in Benin City is alive with the usual hustle and bustle, untainted, even with the scorching rays of the very hot Nigerian sun. Mobile vendors of newspapers, magazines and Hawkers of Oranges, Kuli-kuli (Groundnut cake), and Cold drinks walk to and fro the large area, squeezing themselves in-between commercial buses and taxis, big, medium and small, coloured red and yellow, the official colour of Benin public vehicles; some of them designed with colourful graffiti and very wrongly spelled qu...
Submitted to Contest #4
One of the Wright brothers probably dreamt the strangest of dreams on one of those nights prototypes of their famous invention failed. I always thought it would be Orville instead of Wilbur. His sunken, dark eyes in photographs seem to give him away as one who slept a lot. And dreamt a lot. Imagining the frustration my fictional Orville would have felt on one of his unsuccessful attempts at flying, and imagining him sleeping tiredly after on a pile of metal instruments dreaming away, I cooked up this fantasy. &nb...
Submitted to Contest #2
A Drive HomeAfter his famous article, ‘Apartheid: The Story Untold’, renowned social critic, James Welsh in his recent story on racial prejudice, asked his readers, one of them a popular actress and model, Samantha Osama-Jacobs, to share their relatable personal experiences on the subject and it’s emotional effects. Samantha Osama-Jacobs, replying to the Welsh publications for the very first time, decided to share her own experience—one she had never given complete details of. Using the nickname— Julie, and...
Submitted to Contest #1
CENTURY-OLD The light rays coming through the raffia-woven window in the room illuminated the entire space, blinding the younger occupant of the small bed at the corner of the room. The girl, squinting her eyes in a bid to adjust to the light, stretched her body upwards to reach the window which was not far away and used a cloth to block the rays. Able to see properly with the controlled light, the girl breathed in deeply and yawned. She looked down at the older occupant of the bed and greeted in the native language. “G...
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