Monthly Archives: October 2016

The Tuesday Arsenal Lost The Game

For almost a year, every Tuesday has been the same. And I mean that literally. Every morning , I would wake up on the same bed, wearing the same clothes, and turn to see the same date on my bedside … Continue reading

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Sojourner

I am a sojourner . Let me travel your paths, my love. Your valleys hold secret founts I want to discover. Let me plunge my head into your spring, And drink deep where your waterfalls hide. Your roars will reach … Continue reading

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Fright Flight

FRIGHT FLIGHT April 12, 2020 Dr. **************** The Director, STRANGE (Secret Research and Archives of Nigerian Extranormals) STRANGE Headquarters, *************** Lagos. Ref. No. : STR 687513/LAG/644 TAGGED: CONFIDENTIAL Re:Retrieved email from account of the mother of still-missing subject: Helen Bruce … Continue reading

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Mayday

Jide’s flight had been uneventful so far, and he was relieved. He hated flying, as his seatmate kept reminding him. “Awww, want some water?” “Want a barf bag?” He would glare at her and she would giggle. “Bimpe, if I … Continue reading

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Quit Notice

Amaka’s rent was expiring the next day, but she didn’t mind. Living in a ‘face-me-i-face-you’ apartment for one year could have been a hellish experience, but it had gone well. She had met a few good people, like her neighbour, … Continue reading

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Narrow Is The Way

NARROW IS THE WAY Even in heaven, angels rebel. And they like company. * * * Galadriel and Ithiel were saved souls. Always together, they went about their duties and obeyed the heavenly host without hesitation. Until an angel came … Continue reading

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A Bouquet To Die For

A BOUQUET TO DIE FOR Who would have thought something as beautiful as flowers would be so deadly? *      *     * I’ve always had a thing for wild flowers. Whenever I was sent on an errand, I would make … Continue reading

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