I Now, as I write this, I can feel your ghostly stares hovering around me. I…
Tag: Prose
IN CONVERSATION WITH THE DEAD | PECULIAR C. ENE
There are times when thoughts of mother come flashing in my head, but all they bring…
WITHOUT GLOVES | JIM ROSS
Bloody footprints crisscross the gym’s locker room floor. “Where is this coming from?” I ask nobody…
THE MIRROR WITHOUT REFLECTION | DAVID NWAFOR
When the war broke out, it broke us into pieces like ceramic plates smashed against a…
A MARTYR’S DIARY | DEBASISH BANERJEE
The six feet high cemented statue of Hoshiyar Singh in emerald green uniform set within a…
JUST A KISS | JOHNSON EZEKIEL SUNDAY
Embracing her tightly to my heart, I said: “You are not going anywhere if you don’t…
GREEN PASTURES | FAITH MILLER
I do not remember when I first dreamed of the pasture. I do not remember not…
A DEVIATION FROM THE NORM | FATIMA ABDULLAHI
We could hear her all the way from our end. Being the last house on the…
Where the voice led | Olabode Oluwabukola Ruth
People often move from the village to the city, not vice versa. Thud! The door of…