THE TWO PATHS – 4

PART 4 It was now twenty years after Uche and Femi separated and an election year. The air was tense and hectic with violence and assassinations. Three political parties were prominent for the highest Federal seat. Femi’s seemed most likely to get the seat having won the heart and favour of the global society; Femi …

THE TWO PATHS – 3

PART 3   At his corner of the world, Femi immersed himself for five years in his work with the UNESCO in different parts of the world as his job designated. He found Martha, whom he shared common values and married her. Their values were beyond the job they shared and were founded in God …

THE TWO PATHS – 2

PART TWO IN THE PHASE OF TWENTY YEARS   Uchenna lived lavishly among his debauched politician friends. He soon learned to climbed the political ladder by dancing to the tune of their godfather and the team. The regions of rule by the political party he belonged continued to suffer by continuous decline in the standard …

THE TWO PATHS

PART ONE The prison yard was completely silent on the day Uchenna had an august visitor. Two guards led him to a room where the President, guarded by uniformed officers, sat waiting for him. They met each other’s gaze with no smiles. The President signaled all the guards to leave the room. Alone with him, …

ONYINYE’S CHOICE – PART 4

Photo by Wadi Lissa on Unsplash Her severance pay would settle some of her liabilities and other expenses. Whatever remained would be added to the retirement benefits due to her [and a good sum it was from long years of service], and these she would use to start up her own business. There was no …

ONYINYE’S CHOICE – PART 3

Picture by Luis Galvez - Unsplash She closed her eyes, then tightened them as she wept within, tears streaming down to her ear lobes. When she opened them she turned to look at Jesus and Mary whose gaze were unflinching at her. They appeared sad for her. ‘Is this why some people kill themselves?’ she …

ONYINYE’S CHOICE – PART 2

Picture by MMPR - Unsplash Now, in the cover of her home, she swung onto her bed and cried. And with uninhibited anger, she hit the pillows fervently to emblematize beating herself for the years of enduring non-appreciation and humiliation, for her obstinate stupidity and the wasted unfulfilled years. She had arrived home at about …

ONYINYE’S CHOICE – PART 5

Photo by Kinga Cichewicz on Unsplash She did not know when she drifted to sleep, and was on the clouds for bed. Her whole being and spirit were the weight of a feather on this bedding. She opened her eyes to find herself felicitating with angels singing about the good tiding that lay ahead. The …

ONYINYE’S CHOICE

PART 1 Picture by Claudia - Unsplash ‘No! Not anymore! I’m sick and tired of it all!’ Onyinye hit the door open with her right fist while the other paved the way by twisting the door handle for ease. This was after both hands had cooperated in unlocking the door with its key. This outburst …

A CALL … PART 5

Whether his death was her fault or not, it was guilt she would have to forgive herself for or live with for the rest of her life. The family seemed to have healed of it, good, they need not share in her troubled conscience, she thought.

A CALL … PART 4

‘Yes! You were too good to be true and had I returned home to tell you about it I would have changed my mind had you asked me to.’Letting go of suppressed tears, Jeff began to cry, ‘Then why didn’t you come back for that?’

A CALL … PART 3

But that was not the only bad news that evening. While the family mourned the death of one of their own, a call came in to inform Ijeoma that their supermarket had been set ablaze by cultists. They later discovered that the café equipment have all been destroyed by the cultists too. They came in, …

A CALL … PART 2

How did she come to put her craving aside for so long? It was many years back when she was much younger, a naïve fourteen year old who saw an old worn-out man, drifting along as if being pushed by the force of the wind. She felt pity for him. He did not look like …

A CALL

Making a life-time decision that would give her fulfillment was an enormous task for the young lady fondly called Carol. However, her modest extroversion did well in hiding the burden in her heart. She played and laughed pretty well and everyone in her world was welcomed into her benevolence. The beggars on the streets daily …

A CREEPY WHITE CASTLE

Photo by Felix Mittermeier on Unsplash The lone tricycle cab [‘keke’ as she knew it in her country] coursed its way through the thick black night that even the dimly lit road could not dissipate. A gloomy aura overwhelmed her in this foreign land even as she battled with the biggest mosquitoes she had ever …

A STOLEN BABY

Chike took a deep breath before turning the door handle of his house. Ronke, his neighbor, had called him while he was still in his office that he had a still born and his wife, Amaka, had eloped from the hospital with another woman’s child. She added that his wife had refused to accept that …

BLIND DATE 3

Continues ... Photo by Gift Habeshaw on Unsplash Both points of view - after the date: Later in the night, Segun beat himself severally in bed. On reflection, he could not believe how stupid he was during the date. How could he have been so disgusting, even to himself? He had told Sope to let him find a …

BLIND DATE 2

Continues ...  Photo by Thought Catalog on Unsplash Tolu’s point of view - Tolu breathed a heavy sigh at the threshold of the restaurant. She did not want to do this because she thought blind dates could be awkward for the two people involved. But Lara, her friend, had insisted. ‘You’re not getting any younger, Tolu. Every woman …

BLIND DATE

Segun’s point of view - Segun waited for her to arrive. It was ten minutes past the agreed time. “That’s okay;” he thought, “men are expected to wait for women. They are the weaker sex and always take their time to look good for men.” Not that he had had any date with a woman …

LEARNING TO BUILD

Times are hard, yet we must keep up with the journey of life. And sometimes, we need a helping hand to push us, to support us, to complement us, to love us ... Read how this unfolds in this beautiful #story of #learning to #build