Fiction

Chidi and the gamblers

“One thousand for iPhone!” “Abioo abioo!” “One thousand for Samsung!” “Abioo abioo!” “One thousand for Infinix!” “Abioo abioo!” The frenzied chants continued rising in crescendo as I leisurely ambled down the bustling market lane in search of the foodstuff line, at the other side of the road a small crowd had clustered at one corner in front of a closed stall. I quickly crossed the road and approached the crowd, curious to know the reason for the palpable commotion. “With just one thousand naira you fit win iPhone!” a man in a dirty Chelsea FC jersey bellowed, clanking the heavy bell in his hand as he spoke, his bloodshot eyes were barely open as he moved around the clustered crowd with unbelievable energy. “Abioo abioo!” the crowd enthusiastically replied. I couldn’t believe my ears! With...

The party jugglers

Tonight, as usual, there is no light, so U see by the light of your Infinix note 4 facing down on the table and shining up. U bring down the remaining garri from the shelf and it pours from the holes in the bag like sand. The rats again! U scowl round the dark corners of the room, as though so doing U will find the culprit rat. U are so tired, so freaking tired! It had been another day at the rally. Spread out in a cocktail of the good, the bad, and the ugly. People brimmed the stadium. Bodies jammed into one another and hot breathe passed from one dirty nostril to another. U had one fist in the air, broom in the other and the sun on Ur back. It was hot very hot that even the sachet water U managed to buy turned warm in Ur hand and U were confused whether to quarrel the boy in dirty blue s...

The Master’s Touch

The guests were already seated and eagerly waiting for the ceremony to start, most of them were enviously sizing each other up noting where each fell on Forbes list of the affluent. A hush fell on the crowd as the master of ceremony proudly made his way to the center of the stage, the floodlights beeming spectacularly on him. ”Good evening ladies and gentlemen” he greeted, flashing a killer smile. ”I’m honoured to welcome you to this distinguished event, i trust by now you know that this is the biggest, grandest and the most magnificent auction ever to be held in the entire world!” The crowd cheered excitedly followed by a loud applause. Motioning for quietude he continued ”The items for sale are certainly the rarest and most precious items you can ever ...

Hell’s gate

By Peter Oz., “Hey, don’t sit there, you won’t be comfortable!” I turned and beheld the stunning face I have seen several times. It was Debby, the most beautiful girl in our campus. Her pristine voice was unmistakable clear in the cacophonous humdrum of the bus park, her set of pearly white teeth glistened in the morning sun. I approached the back of the bus where she was nestled, gingerly counting my steps. She was now grinning, which heightened the creases her dimples made in both cheeks, they were so big they could comfortably hide a coin. “Why do you say so?” I coyly stammered, my face instantly flushing red. “It has doesn’t have enough leg room” she replied, pointing at the seat. “And for someone your height, it would be extremely uncomfortable”. She was obviously right, the sea...

To shackle a dead dog by Iyang Brian Blessing

The world was all gone when you woke, I know. All your dreams gone too. All left was the carcass of a dog which you bore heavily, staggering, all the way back home The night you lost your dog, you lost yourself. I know. You were walking back from meeting Justin at the park. He did not show up as he had promised, funny how you meet a guy in the neighborhood mall and expect him to keep his words. But then, that’s the desperation you have for a life. So strolling back with the dog, trying to forget about being stood up by a total stranger, you got lost so deep in thought that you forgot the dog for a second because the next thing you were conscious of was a muffled bark. Then the same guy was hitting the dog with a crowbar and you just stood there staring, confounded, until a hand from nowher...

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