I Agreed with Martha on that Case.
There I was in the kitchen that day trying to finish up the evening meal later than usual. I can't remember the reason for that. I'm managing the low-shining torch light while cutting this truckload of vegetables...
“Tick,” Says the Clock (a short story)
"But mummy, please let's start packing now." This was the third time the second tallest amongst the bunch was repeating the exact sentence. Bolu looked at the owner of the voice without seeing him. She had thought the day she lost her husband would be the worse day of her life. Today was actively competing with that one. The words of two weeks ago replayed in her head. "I am not running a Charity organization here. This is the 5th month since you've been feeding me excuses. I too have children like yours. If 'please' could fill the stomach, I'd never be hungry again!" She and her children sat facing…
Dear Parents, We’re Not Happy
I was at a youth gathering when one of us suddenly stood up angrily to face one of our supervisors. Even if this lady had successfully stopped the tears in her glistening eyes from falling, we could still see the distress written clearly on her face. Here's what had happened: Though she had already missed the initial five days of the training due to work, she still pushed to join us for that Saturday's last practical session. It was all going well until the evening when she received a call from her mum asking her to return home immediately as it was getting dark. Her mum had called this supervisor…
The Line You Should Never Cross as You Plan Your Future
Day 13 Theme: Ambition I was in class one day when my General Studies lecturer, triggered by an event that morning decided to narrate to us all, a true-life event that happened in the same school, some years back. One that had bewildered many. It was the story of a girl from a very poor background. She got into campus, full of life and a strong desire to shed her stifling and embarrassing background. To live the life that had been denied her from birth. It was a chance to be free; to create her own story, not what life had so harshly forced on her by no fault of…
Introducing, a Shameless Person
Day 10’s Theme: Trust As I thought about what to write on trust, today’s theme, I came up blank until I remembered a past event. A typical day in my house, especially when my two younger sisters are on a break from their boarding school can be likened to minor mental torture, pressure and incessant stress. Today, I want to let you in on what a real typical day in the Jeremiah’s household looks like. I hope you see something on trust through this somewhat strange drama…just like I did. Few weeks after getting my new laptop. Afternoon. 1:06pm (I’m on my bed when a sister comes to me).Her: Chioma…
A Child’s Elder Look
I visited once when he was five. After the usual initial one hour of shyness, we were buddies again, picking up as if we had never resorted to a long-distance relationship. That same evening, he marched up to me. Yes, I said marched. "Aunty Chioma." He called. "Uhhmm?" "I know very many things!", he said. Looking at his face, I burst out laughing. Maybe if he had been smiling, I would not have but the champ was sporting a small worried frown.