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QUIETLY OBSERVING…EPILOGUE

By | 2014-10-30T14:41:00+00:00 October 30th, 2014|Categories: Prose: A short story|

Click Here for Part 1: http://deeyssertflower.blogspot.ie/2014/09/quietly-observing-part-1.html Click Here for Part 2: http://deeyssertflower.blogspot.ie/2014/09/quietly-observingpart-2.html Click Here for Part 3: http://www.deeyssertflower.blogspot.ie/2014/10/quietly-observingpart-3.html _________________________________________________________________________________   Dear Chioma Madu,Barr., How are you?   I know you least expect to hear from me after how I have so clearly avoided you since your last call. I apologise for hanging up as well. You know me; evading [...]

CITY DIARIES… "Coke or Fanta"

By | 2014-10-24T11:20:00+00:00 October 24th, 2014|Categories: Prose: A short story|

There was a picture I saw on the internet that has continued to provide comic relief for me; a fair lady trying to stifle her yawn with her hand...and that hand, in comparison with the rest of her, was as dark as a Mallam's hand. The caption under the picture was "No be by force to [...]

QUIETLY OBSERVING…PART 3

By | 2014-10-12T15:14:00+00:00 October 12th, 2014|Categories: Prose: A short story|

Click Here for Part 1: http://deeyssertflower.blogspot.com/2014/09/quietly-observing-part-1.html Click Here for Part 2: http://deeyssertflower.blogspot.com/2014/09/quietly-observingpart-2.html   Four months has passed since we last gathered. And in those four months, a lot has happened. The last gathering pretty much wrapped up as soon as I’d left. I lied I needed to pick up Jimi from Jazz lessons. Jazz lessons! Seriously?I [...]

CITY DIARIES…THE SURGICAL WAY

By | 2014-10-01T18:51:00+00:00 October 1st, 2014|Categories: Prose: A short story|

"Do you think my boobs are small?" Tina asked, as we tried to lounge by the pool on a sunny Saturday morning. I flicked a glance at her so-called small boobs, which were encased in a leopard print halter bikini. "Why do you ask" I replied. No be my mouth dem go hear say ogbono dey [...]

QUIETLY OBSERVING….PART 2

By | 2014-09-23T13:02:00+00:00 September 23rd, 2014|Categories: Prose: A short story|

Click Here for Part 1: http://deeyssertflower.blogspot.com/2014/09/quietly-observing-part-1.html “I am so sorry I’m late. The traffic was bloody and I couldn’t get off the gym on time” Ariel trooped in like a thunderstorm in frenzy. She was sweating profusely, hair tightly knotted in and still in her gym clothes. She took in everyone present and took a sit [...]

Quietly Observing: Part 1

By | 2017-04-27T22:29:53+00:00 September 13th, 2014|Categories: Prose: A short story|

Picture Credit: www.dailymail.co.uk She loosened the twists in a slow and gentle caress through the sharp edges of her dark woolly hair. She has been repeating this process for more than I can tell anymore. Twisting a portion of her short hair with her fingers and then untwisting them again after she’s done. I don’t get it; why she needed [...]

CITY DIARIES…."SINGLE IN THE CITY"

By | 2014-09-03T14:20:00+00:00 September 3rd, 2014|Categories: Prose: A short story|

"So when are we going to dance at your wedding" Aunty Nkem said, as I came to sit beside her on the couch. I froze. Where did that come from? "See most of your friends from secondary school are already mothers, you are here chasing money", she continued in a huff. I gave the television my [...]

CITY DIARIES…"The Aso-Ebi Wahala"

By | 2014-08-15T10:44:00+00:00 August 15th, 2014|Categories: Prose: A short story|

"How much?" I practically screamed down the line. There was a brief pause at the other end, then Joy responded, "Just 30, 000 naira na, its correct lace oh and remember that you would get a souvenir". Souvenir my ass!!! At best, it will be a dinner plate, if one even gets lucky enough to get [...]

CITY DIARIES…."Equality propaganda"

By | 2014-07-07T20:08:00+00:00 July 7th, 2014|Categories: Prose: A short story|

It all began on a rainy Sunday Morning. I was preparing to go to church when I heard a loud commotion outside. Being a typical Nigerian, I dumped what I was doing and ran outside to get my own story straight from the source. Lo and behold, what was happening? A young lady was fighting with [...]

ADUN….

By | 2014-07-01T12:12:00+00:00 July 1st, 2014|Categories: Prose: A short story|

Picture credit: thestudentroom.com    The silence echoed. Only to be interrupted by the dancing sounds of the printer. It was calibrating again. Actually this was the twelfth time it had done that since morning. I can’t quite recall what Segun had said during his last maintenance visit about why it needed to do that. He had been [...]