Despite my many protests, Toro insists on tending to my backside.
“You have to make a report, Abbey,” she says over and over again. “What is the meaning of this? In fact, you have to make a report.”
She brings out her smartphone and takes pictures of me. Read More
Each evening for days now, I have to fetch water from the stream, after the villagers have gone. Toro and I discovered a part further upstream where the water is clean and so we fetch from there.
The plumber I found lived in Ife, a big town east of Abagboro and about four hours trek away. Read More
The stench in the class is worse. With no water in the village, the stream has turned from being the rejected stone to the cornerstone. My ordeal with the stream is better left untold.
I pop two mint sweets into my mouth and turn to the chalk board. Read More
I wake to disturbance outside. On impulse, I reach for my phone and check the time. 4a.m. What the heck? I reach for my trousers tossed over the back of my chair, and get dressed. For a moment, I stand to listen again. I listen for Toro, but hear nothing distinct. Read More
I’m in the middle of reading and dozing when Toro knocks on my door, and enters. I fold the page on my John Grisham novel and sit up. Most evenings I read, and I like to be alone but she’s my neighbour, and she’s been a lot of help to me, I must confess. She cooks and shares with me. 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