Oluwapelumi Adewole

“I'll be Fine. ” by Oluwapelumi Adewole

Submitted to Contest #99

It began again tonight at exactly 11.05pm. The music was loud as usual to drown the screaming and shouting. We were both awake; I and Uloma. She was shivering already, grasping the sheet like they could stop the turmoil raging in the living room .I trembled.‘Lord, please keep mom safe.’ I prayed silently. Uloma was sniffing loudly digging her nails into the pillow. “Stuff your ears with the neck pillow, it would help”. She only nodded while I handed over the pillow —it did nothing. “Wh… .en would mama and pa..pa stop yell...

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“Quarantino” by Oluwapelumi Adewole

Submitted to Contest #84

Ragusa, 1358QuarantinoIt was the fortieth day, of been held up in the ship that conveyed us from Kaffa, to Ragusa. I was among the six that barely survived the quarantinio. We were eighty persons in number that left kaffa six months before. It was the most horrifying voyage ever. Half of the crew and passengers had died on board and their bodies hurled into the ocean on the instructions of the priest. Only a dozen of us made it to Ragusa that rainy morning. Old ships and Cabins were also used to hold a number of us in and...

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“Mother” by Oluwapelumi Adewole

Submitted to Contest #79

Sixty years, six months, two weeks and a day since I last felt her warmth. I was meeting her again today, even if it was a swift passing of a second, it was all that mattered to beings like me. You must think me weird, yes you should. It’s not a regular meeting at a park, a restaurant for a meal, or a walk from school; neither is it the eagerness that comes when she arrives home. No, it’s not all that, I could never experience that, I never even know what it was like. Although I have watched from here seeing such war...

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“TWISTED” by Oluwapelumi Adewole

She flung herself against the bed, hitting the pillow with all the strength she could muster. I could see tear drops lining her face. Now, she was hugging her pillow rather too tightly. She held it close to her bosom, I almost thought it would suffocate her. This was not the first time she acted thus, even her puppy—Snow, was curled up in a ball, squirming under the bed. It had not gone in its usually manner of dancing on her toes and licking them in dutiful loyalty, in a fist of anger, she had thrown a glass or two at its direction a day be...

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“Bean cakes” by Oluwapelumi Adewole

Submitted to Contest #71

It was the first time in seven years I was going to see my grandma. I could remember the last time I saw her vividly, it was almost like yesterday. I could still see her move over the kitchen with that treacherous spoon of hers. Oh that spoon! It was the disciplinary spoon. Make one wrong move and then you have a spank on your head, your hands, your back, even your buttocks; basically whatever part was available was where the spoon landed. It was terrible to break one of her precious dishes. I had broken one a number of times, but ...

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“Heart to hearts ” by Oluwapelumi Adewole

Submitted to Contest #69

It was the morning of my eighteenth birthday, it was still dawn, and my lantern shone dimly; the kerosene must have been exhausted for the wick burned poorly. On my bed were several papers and sheet of my many drawings. I loved to draw outlines of buildings and some isometric shapes could be seen boldly on the sheets which were sprawled on the bed. Some of them were already rumpled . I packed them neatly in a file I had always kept my drawings in It . It was peculiar. The cockerel croaked loudly while I made my way down the street to iy...

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“REALITIES” by Oluwapelumi Adewole

Submitted to Contest #68

Of a truth, I hated the fact that we had to follow the blasted family traditions. I could hear mother calling for night devotion. Who on earth still does that? I was enjoying a flirtatious chat with the new boy I met from school Ade, from the corner of my eyes I watch my silly sister Shewa as she tied her scarf hurriedly and picked up a bible from the shelf. I cursed as I rose to my feet. I dragged myself to the living room picking up the biggest bible and tying the dullest scarf . Everyone was already seated when I arrived; dad, m...

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