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?…
![[Poetry Contest] Write For Love 2019](https://michaelafenfia.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2019/01/Write-for-Love-670x350.jpg)
Love would soon rent the air. And what better way to express it than to pen it in lines of beautiful poetry original to you – and get handsomely rewarded for it! Write a poem about what love is, can be and may have been to you. Make sure you are super-creative. Rules & Conditions Entry must be an original, unpublished poem in English. Entry must not exceed 40 lines. Follow @MichaelAfenfia on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. Submit your entry…
The day after Tunmininu died, Mama Demola called Lydia to break the news to her. The two of them had been in constant touch since Demola's death. She screamed and was close to tears. The thought of anything happening to Demola jnr, her only hope, made her cringe with fear. Long after Mama Demola dropped the call, she was still troubled, not by Tunmininu's death, but by a fact she recently stumbled upon. Demola jnr had been sick and she…
![[SHORT STORY] The Fatal Accident By Rex Dogood](https://michaelafenfia.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/pexels-photo-1161268.jpeg)
It was a pleasant Saturday morning characterised by the usual harmattan chill and mist in the ever busy and noisy Agofuri Park in Warri. Despite the chaos, her ringtone stood out. "Hello, Phebe. How are you?" she spoke into the receiver of her phone with a smile "Aunt Laye, there is a problem," came the tensed voice from the other end of the line "What again?" Laye asked "Uncle had a terrible accident. His car got crashed into a truck…
This week, I decided to share a personal story, one about my visit to Okaka prison, Yenagoa, in 2015. It was a visit that opened my eyes to what it means to be truly free. It made me appreciate afresh what it means to go and come as one pleases and how a simple visit to someone locked away, from a person on the outside, even from a complete stranger, could mean so much to an abandoned inmate and uplift…
This season, you can WIN BIG with your creativity! Just write an original, unpublished story starting with “Mondays are like that” and share as a comment/reply to my post either Facebook, Twitter or Instagram. Entries on Facebook and Instagram must not exceed 100 words, and 280 characters on Twitter. Entry opens on Saturday, November 17, 2018 and closes by 11:59 pm on Saturday, December 22, 2018. All participants MUST like or follow @MichaelAfenfia on Facebook, Twitter & Instagram. Top 10…
A couple of days back, while on a visit to the hospital with my kids, we had to endure a long wait because of the number of patients ahead of us. When I asked why the process was that slow, I was told there were only three doctors on ground and they were taking their precious time with each patient. But this piece isn’t about the hospital, its three doctors and their very slow turnaround time; it’s really about something…
![[SHORT STORY] Otapiapia By Olukorede S. Yishau](https://michaelafenfia.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/photo-1517010343526-1e18dfc5eecd-500x350.jpg)
It was her first holiday from Abeokuta. Idera was excited to see Lagos again, but she was not prepared for what she saw on entering the new two-bed apartment into which Aunty Rebecca and her husband had moved. She knocked at the door and waited a few minutes before she turned the knob. The door creaked open only for her to behold a man and a woman scrambling to cover their nakedness. The woman was her precious Aunty Rebecca, her…
He asked, "Do I stand a chance?" She was reluctant to take a stance A simple yes or no would have been enough to see him off But she did a no accompanied with some reason so he wouldn't be pissed off So he left feeling unsure, but he left it in the hands of the universe "If it's meant to be it'll be", the particular line he held onto on Bebe Rexha's verse He tried to release himself…