We arrive my block at a quarter after five. My bones are weary, and I am drained of any motivation. The block I deserted and I wonder at how much could have happened in such a short period of time. How life and death has changed everything.
Pastor magnanimously wait for me to pack my bags. Read More
I stand back and watch Bisi’s pliant hands put in handcuffs. I can’t believe she admits it. Kenny’s words are highly implicating. If this is true, she has a murder case, and an attempted murder to answer to. Murder in Nigeria is punishable by death. Read More
by ENITAN GEORGE
Georgia did not know how long she had been curled up in a fetal position on the floor of the bathroom but gradually her left shoulder began a dull ache from bearing her weight on the hard ceramic tiles. Read More
I shake uncontrollably.
Bisi grabs her assaulted hand with the other and doubles over. My heart heaves. I’m sorry, I couldn’t say it though. I bend and pick the cane. She straightens as well, and slowly stretch out the assaulted hand again.
“Go to your seat,” I blurt. Read More
My heart thuds at the mere prospect. I will have to do something or lose total respect. I look at the three girls in front of me. The class is dead silent.
I train my eyes on Bisi, the smartest of the three. “Why did you cheat?”
“Ah, Tisha please. Read More