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"I gave you a thousand naira, and my balance should be six hundred and fifty naira," blared Francis in an angry voice. "Sir, please calm down; it hasn't gotten to that yet," replied the lady behind the counter. "Don't just patronise me. You want me to calm my voice when I'm being defrauded? Is that how you do things here? I want to see your superior." "My brother you should," came a voice from another customer behind him. “I've had…
I didn’t speak to BRD about the money for two days. My intention was to ignore him for a couple more days so he wonders what I have up my sleeves – and the plan worked. Not knowing how I intended to handle the issue or deal with him was enough punishment for Broderick. The dude couldn’t even stand up straight whenever I asked him to get me a tool or run any other errand for me in the workshop.…
I’m in trouble, serious trouble. You know the kind of trouble in that popular saying, when it rains it pours? That’s the exact position I’ve found myself right now. At this point I’m sure a lot of you are thinking, ‘Is it not Ebinimi again? What kind of trouble can he possibly be in that we haven’t seen before?’ Well, this one is different. This one is worse. This one is very serious and if I don’t handle it properly, it…
You are twice as lucky as the number seven when you're twenty-seven, I once read. But youth is war, and adulthood is freedom in a prison yard. The spoils of war are never equal to the blow of loss when you hit the wall. Sometimes I do wonder if I'm ever going to make it back home. 'cause I've come so far that I feel so lost and alone. And if life is a journey, I think I need my…
Life is a big bowl of soup and I'm a fork, scooping... but nothing stays mine. Hope is a folklore I've never believed to be true. and love is a spice I can't seem to scoop. Sadly, both are lies. Tie me to the clouds and paint me blue, but the rain will still wash me grey. I am a bleached rainbow dull, grey and greasy white forgotten by the sky. Imagine you know me…
Late last year, I announced a call for entries into the JB Afenfia Flash Fiction Contest. And as expected, entries came from everywhere. The stories were so good that it was tough for the judges to pick top 10. However, of the lot, these ten made it and were formally announced on the first day of 2019. (Check the call for entries here.)
Read and please let me know which is your personal favourite.
Hello, if you are reading this, let me start by introducing myself. I am Tunde Ednut’s phone, and I am only a couple months old. I won’t tell you what make or colour I am; I’ll leave all that to your imagination. Let me just say that my guardian, Mr. Tee, yes, that’s what I call him, has been exceedingly kind and generous towards me since I became his property. Why do I say Mr. Tee takes good care of me?…
“I think I should go back to working with Oga Emma in Agudama. To be honest, it doesn’t feel right being in Kalakala street and doing this with you anymore. This whole being the side chick thing just isn’t me.” Oputi’s unexpected expression of unease at our situation hit me like a powerful jab from Anthony Joshua. My heart sank and my large eyes bulged in panic that she was ending things between us so abruptly. We had agreed to…
Ebiakpo and Reverend Ebizimor stopped talking when I barged into her room. I knew I should have knocked first, but Anda was being a nuisance in the yard, throwing tantrums and getting in everyone’s way so I had to drag him to his mother. However, in my haste to rid my staff and me of the little boy’s annoying antics so we could focus on the serious task of getting our customer’s cars fixed, I must have forgotten my manners…