Solam Yves Ludidi

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Menace After Death” by Solam Yves Ludidi

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 fi...

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“The Ghost Hand” by Solam Yves Ludidi

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 tow...

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“Strangers in Court” by Solam Yves Ludidi

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 muttere...

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“A Terrible Price to Pay” by Solam Yves Ludidi

Submitted to Contest #56

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 yo...

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Author bio

I'm a South African Xhosa speaking freelance journalist. I have loved writing since my teenage years. I also wrote a weekly column themed Devil's Advocate in 2012. Currently,I am in the process of putting together a collection book of my published works of authorship. It's a collection of opinion pieces titled: Straight to the Point.