Are You A Witch?
CROSSING THE LINE “I see a small fire burning in your church,” the young woman sang in her melodious voice. “There is opposition building up against you.” Her big almond eyes settled on the figure leaning towards her, hands clasped between his knees. Her slim wrists shot in the air, “Like a storm, it is […]
Invitation to my book reading
Hello All, I apologize for the long silence. I have been caught up with a lot of work and I had to take time off to tend to personal issues that needed urgent attention. I have seen all your questions and expressions of worry. I am grateful to those who took time to leave comments. […]
The Woman Who Lived Her Dream
Beatrice passed a hand over the face of the fat pot bellied man on her small narrow bed. When there was no reaction from the man, she placed her hand on each side of her hips and pushed off the bed, her eyes still on the man. […]
Broken String
Ajoke looked at her new husband, unable to believe that she was now married to him. He looked magnificent. The muscles of his back flexed invitingly as he bent over at the edge of the bed where he now sat to pull off his shoes. She wanted to laugh aloud in happiness from the joy of it all. She had married the man of her dreams, and after putting off her sexual advances for six months while they dated, tonight they were finally going to enjoy the intimacy of sex.
A friend In The Creeks
She is so beautiful, he said to himself, eyeing the stick of cigarette between his fingers. And those eyes…He threw the unlit cigarette into the bushes and sighed. The crickets soon began their night time symphony, and he closed his eyes. What if he let her go? He shook his head. He was new here …and the others? He just couldn’t.
“Abeg, you get lighter there?” the gravelly voice of John or Lord Johnson as he now liked to be called, cut through his solitude. He reached into his breast pocket and brought out the small yellow lighter he picked from the general living room.
Twilight At Terracotta Indigo (2)
The living room was quiet. Gentle breeze parted the white chiffon curtains and they floated glibly, unaware of the deathly stillness of the room they decorated. The living room was painted white. The patterned area rug on the floor was a mix of black and white and provided a sharp contrast against the black wood panelling of the floor. Black leather sofas with their contoured arm rests were arranged around the area rug, creating a path along the perimeter of the room A winding staircase made of solid black wood like that of the floor stood at the east end of the room close to the white kitchen door with its gold handle. A glass dining table surrounded by black dining chairs also sat a few inches away from the kitchen door.
Twilight At Terracotta Indigo (3)
Tolu snapped her mobile phone shut, hissing in frustration. Another unwanted admirer to the dustbin! What was it with these men anyway? The more you ran away from them, the more they chased you like rabid dogs. She spun on her seat and faced the window. Using her well-manicured nails, she parted the blinds and peered down at the street below. The traffic was beginning to thicken in the late evening hour as cars drove bumper to bumper on Ajose Adeogun Street on Victoria Island.
Twilight At Terracotta Indigo (4)
TOLU WAS starting to sleep, her svelte shape buried under the soft covers of her bed when her phone rang. “What now?” she said drowsily, pushing the hair from her eyes. The room was dark, but the loud ringtone of her phone reached her from somewhere near. It took a few seconds for her mind to register the small jolts that passed through her body, and she reached for the phone vibrating on the bed. Somewhere in her slumber, it had ended up under her hip.
She sniffed and rubbed her eyes as she tasted the alcohol that still lingered on her tongue and felt the faint drumming of a headache begin at the back of her head.
Guardian Of The Fall (3)
The little girl stood outside the dusty brown bungalow with corrugated iron sheets and a banana tree framed front yard, her faded blue dress dancing around her ankles as the wind approached from the direction of the green forest surrounding the house. The small dog beside her began to bark, jumping up and down in excitement as the trees began their familiar whistle. The girl leaned down to touch the dog’s head.
“Quiet,” she whispered, placing her hand over small mouth. “Mama will come and tell us to go back into the house.”
Guardian Of The Fall (2)
The villagers gathered around the small wiry man sitting on a short tree stump in the middle of the large open square. A small cluster of trees framed the square and a few houses stood at the end of it. The square was silent, save for a lone cock crowing in the distance as the sun set in the horizon. A group of men sat on a long bench in their wrappers and white vests, their wooden walking sticks between their legs. They were the members of the village’s revered secret society who bore their positions with as much flamboyance as their flowing lengths of colourful wrappers could allow. Behind them, men and women stood with clasped hands, waiting to hear from the small man who wore nothing but a small red cloth on his waist. Some of the women were young and wore simple patterned dresses with babies clutched to their sides. A few older women sat on small stools beside the men on the bench, their chests exposed to the elements as they stared ahead with rheumy eyes.