Oyeleye Hephzibah OYEDEJI

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2021

Stories (3)

3 Stories

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“Whimper” by Oyeleye Hephzibah OYEDEJI

Submitted to Contest #103

Seun has always been, well, Seun. Not just now that we are older, since when we were little children running around the streets with our panties, rolling around motorcylcle tires, and girls playing "ten-ten", or "Suwe", both a game of counting. I have always been where I was supposed to be, among my peers, the boys. But Seun, she's been different. She loves spending time with us boys, competing with us, even sometimes getting into fights with one of us. We, boys have always taunted her and asked her to go count "Ten-ten" like her so called m...

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“The Beat That Carries Far” by Oyeleye Hephzibah OYEDEJI

Submitted to Contest #102

“Catch that boy for me”, shouted a voice I cannot mistaken for another. Even in this chaos.I weaved out of the reach an extended arm.“Help me. Stop that boy running,” screamed the voice.I avoided a branch at the nick of time.I increased my speed. Dodged a body bent at the waist. Wove right. Then left. And right again. I made a near perfect “S” around obstacles, or bodies, on my way. Few pit and pats of my feet against the face of the ground, I pushed against the ground and got elevated a few above the earth for some seconds, and was back on ...

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“Shards” by Oyeleye Hephzibah OYEDEJI

Submitted to Contest #101

He yawns, stretches, and rolls over. Sets his feet on the floor. He has his head bowed. It feels like a marching band plays a discordant piece in there. After a minute, he raises his head. What stares at him puzzles, bewilders, and intrigues him all at the same time. He stood up. Takes a tentative step towards the sight that stirs mixed emotions within him. "When did this happened?" He asked himself. He was so out of it last night. Too many bottles and glasses tipped, and their contents sent down the pipe. "Is it that he's sti...

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Author bio

A story or any write up is like a river. All I do is jump in and flow with it. I don't try taming. I communicate the same to the pupils I teach English Language too. I have been exposed to some situations - B. A Ed, TESOL, life people etc. It is not a bad thing I rub some of the flows on paper or click them into something.