Ọla cringed and sank deeper into the dark well she had created for moments like this. Her ears throbbed and her eyes hurt as Nkiru continued screaming, her words bouncing around, off the walls and out of the room; through the half-open doorway and reverberate in the empty staircase.
here is also a feeling that I don’t want to be a part of this, that this, all of it, is something I don’t want in my life right now, or ever for the matter, and I’m feeling this the strongest. It’s not that I lack empathy necessarily, although that plays a role, it’s something more. It’s something about me, something in me
Mwute opened his eyes slowly to find himself on the floor. His clothes were covered in dust. He turned to see whose hand was holding him. He saw Omiiko and tears filled his eyes. He was grateful and ashamed at the same time.