In Search of the Father
by Uche Nzube Divine
The man paused, turned around, and spoke in a big, gruffly voice. “Contained in that box are the ashes of your late father. Resurrect him and you will know what you are.”
Behind The Mask (1)
by Opeyemi Ojomu
No light comes from the horizon, no shiny stars above. The world seems lifeless, like the aftermath of a nuclear war. Every creature seems to have perished except the frogs whose croaks penetrate the deep silence.
Emmanuella
by Kathryn Olushola
As we walk deeper into the bushes, looking back, we see that our school and church is no longer in sight. Ayo, Martha and the baby remain silent. We are stopped by a human-like creature without arms and legs. Its voice is deep and coarse like that of man. I am not frightened in the least.
The Caged (2)
by Jennifer Nwanede
I did keep my promise to Mandi though. Killing my dad was the greatest pleasure I had indulged in in a very long time. As the police handcuffed me, I took a last glance at the carcass and I smiled, I felt fulfilled.
For Us
By Tolulope Obasuyi
That broke Cara. Bringing Tommy up was like poking an open wound with a needle. She stood up and went to the bathroom, silently staring at her face in the mirror. After some minutes, Cara heard the sound of footsteps and the door closing. So she went back into the room, hugged her pillow and thought of the first man she had loved.
And Then We Manifest As Light
by Orhemba Mhembeuter Jeremiah
Raspy breaths escape me without control. My heart palpitates overtly fast. I wriggle my hands as the recognizable screams of our mothers assail my ears. The guards approach with their blazing torches and my skin prickles already. Igba reinforces our grip.
Rueful Disquiet (1)
by Allen Ovanstone
His eyes were fixed on Annabelle’s pictures hanging loosely on the side wall of his rented apartment. He ran through the whole detail again and was sure he didn’t miss a thing. He had marked her out. He could have easily singled her out from the crowd, but what held him back? A premonition?
War Survivors
by Omobolaji Ibadi’aran Omotade
At the height of the “First Gulf War” or “Holy Defence”, a young boy of twelve years who had been recruited to carry a bomb to be detonated at the Jahan square, ran away. The horror he felt he would see at the beautiful busy square, full of innocent people going about their day’s work to provide for their daily needs burnt to ashes, motivated his action.
Kachi Ude
by Kathryn Olushola
That was the bombshell. It was so loud and heavy that you cried because it left brunt wounds and bruises on your skin. You were confused. Surely you didn’t feel the same way because you liked 500-Level a lot. You begged him not to do it, not to stop talking to you that you both could work this out, that you could even fall in love with him back, but he went offline and didn’t say anything else.
The Caged
by Jennifer Nwanede
As the police whisked me away, I caught a glimpse of my father looking downcast as if he felt an iota of remorse. The bastard! You’ll be next! I didn’t say the words out loud but my inner being screamed it and I could tell he understood from the stare I gave him.