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Submitted to Contest #65
The year was 1968 when Aubrey Osbourne died. He got buried in the deserted Ubulu Village. Situated 400 Miles near to Abuja; the capital city of Nigeria in Africa. The tiny village consisted of three-thousand Igbo people who were a travelling nation. In the Igboland they believed in the saying: Agaracha (the traveller must come back). They lived on agriculture whereas in Abuja, all the talk was still of wealth and economic boom. It was five years since Aubrey had died. Each night he rose from the dead h...
Submitted to Contest #64
It was mid-summer in 2015 on a work-related trip when I checked in at Hotel Drankensburg, in the Northern Cape Province.The time was 9 pm. I headed straight to the cocktail lounge in an upscale bar, to grab a couple of drinks after a long drive from Seymour."Double martini on the rocks, please," I placed my order with the bartender. "Oh, yeah! New face around?" asked the man who looked to be in his late thirties."First time to see the gentlemen in town. You see, in this small district we know each other," remarked the old man ...
Submitted to Contest #56
It was just three months I had moved in with Princess Adams in 2006. Her four children were residing in Ermello with her young sister. She was a part-time primary school teacher with no steady income. I worked for EPG Document Warehouse. Though she was 10 years older than me, loving her was the best thing in my life.One time we were in a loving mood, and there was an incoming call on my cellphone."Wrong timing, who is it?" I muttered angrily. It was Norman Goliath who was the supervisor at EPG. He was also a money lender, calling to ask me w...
My life turned upside-down when my father died in September 2004. He was a breadwinner who made a living from farming in Zabeida. This is a small village in the rural town of Butterworth, South Africa.As his only son with no siblings, my father was my last hope. When he passed on I was 18 years old in twelfth grade. He used to slaughter a sheep on month-ends when he got paid. After his funeral, a childhood friend who was four years older than me, called me aside."Solomzi, I know how you feel since your father is no more," said Bandile. "Deat...
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