It Happened Last Night By Chijindu Terrence James-Ibe

It Happened Last Night by Chijindu Terrence James-Ibe

It happened last night, or did it? I’m not certain. You see, we do not have a sense of time here. I remember lying on my bed. The room was dark except for the flashlight in my hand. My parents had a fight that night – they fought every night. When I was little, I usually cried long and loud. I joined sometimes – tugging at their clothes, biting their hands or just kicking and screaming. They never paid attention…

Halelujah! By Chizoma Emeka Joshua

Halelujah! by Chizoma Emeka Joshua

It happened last night, like a burst of colours on clear canvas. It was only a matter of time, before it happened. From that first day I saw you at the counter serving coffee – your black skin so dark it shone, your hair pulled the side of your head in a proud Afro, your lips lined red. I knew then that I was in trouble, that we were star-crossed lovers. So I had turned away, counting to ten to…

The Awakening By Hajaarh Muhammad Bashar

The Awakening by Hajaarh Muhammad Bashar

It happened last night when all souls were at peace with themselves. I lay in bed anxious by the stillness of the night. The sound of air that often sang sweet lullaby was absent. A whisper came from outside my door and I sat up in bed. It must be Mama and Haruf, I thought as I headed towards the door. The veranda was empty when I opened the door but there was light coming from the living room so…

It Happened Last Night By Ugbana-Awaji Finomo

It Happened Last Night by Ugbana-Awaji Finomo

It happened last night when the soft wind blew cold through the doorway into the shack I called my father’s house, stealing every feeling of warmth that my body had fought to retain. I do not blame the wind for the misfortune that has befallen me. Why should I? When I am the cause. My careless faith in the humanity of humans. How many times have I been warned to be careful and never to divulge information? Father and mother…

It Happened Last Night – Adejoke Folayan

It Happened Last Night – Adejoke Folayan

It happened last night. Mummy and I were about to leave the shop when she sent me to buy some tubers of yam. I left the hair and clothes section of the market where her shop was located and crossed to the provision sections. I walked down and turned left to the section of food sellers and then to where yam sellers present their wares in a row. All of them looked the same, dark-skinned, wearing shirts and trousers that…

Daughters Of Eve By Ololade Ajekigbe

Daughters of Eve by Ololade Ajekigbe

It happened last night. It was one of those Friday nights when my friends and I decided to have a few drinks over plates of pepper soup, and if we were lucky, get some feminine company for the rest of the night. The latter only applied to Ken and Ayomide, however. I was the shy and reticent one who didn’t seem to have the bad boy blood in him. My friends had swung into party mode when we got to…

Stolen By Zinny Ogbonna

Stolen by Zinny Ogbonna

It happened last night, the images of his white face haunted her. A night of guilty pleasure had taken an unexpected twist. She could remember it all. His palm connected with her cheek, “If you shout, I will kill you,” he said. His eyes darkened from rage and lust, as he held up a knife so she could see it clearly. “Please Uncle Ken, please don’t hurt me,” she pleaded. He watched her lips quiver. The fear evident in her…

Libyan Glass By Dike Dyke Williams

Libyan Glass by Dike Dyke Williams

It happened last night, after I was relocated to one of the dark rooms. I couldn’t see the faces in the room well, but the smell of hatred, anger, and anguish spoilt the thin air we breathed from small windows hung far above the room. “You dey stay my space,” someone with the voice of a boy said. His mouth like a dead rat’s hole, I was unmoved. Then, a slap hit my nose. Blood. I left his space as…

Confessions By Jason Osisiogu

Confessions by Jason Osisiogu

“It happened last night,” whispers the voice from the other side of the confessional. “What, my dear child?” the Reverend inquires. “He hit me… My husband.” When a priest has received confessions for almost a decade, declarations such as this only stir pithy, impersonal admonitions. But the Reverend is no ordinary cleric. He prides himself in this. Why else has he ascended rapidly through the ranks of the clergy and received ample admiration from the laity? “But, my child, you…

Young Abia-based Doctor Wins The JB Afenfia Flash Fiction Contest

Young Abia-based Doctor Wins the JB Afenfia Flash Fiction Contest

On December 12 2017, the call for entries into the inaugural edition of the JB Afenfia Flash Fiction Contest was announced across all my social media accounts – Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and Google+. From that moment, emails with stories poured into the designated address – and climaxed on the final day, December 27th 2017. It was as though most participants had been waiting for the last day. In all, a total of 125 entries were received. For me and the…