SHORT STORY: ON THE EVE OF THE ELECTION BY ABARA CHUKWUEBUKA
1 Dr Nwako sat up, adjusting himself leisurely on his swivel armchair. Engrossed in a phone conversation, he quickly transferred the phone from
1 Dr Nwako sat up, adjusting himself leisurely on his swivel armchair. Engrossed in a phone conversation, he quickly transferred the phone from
In this part of the world, humans loved the divine. If these people don’t see signs and
wonders, they won’t believe. Gaze into their eyes, into those dark globes that hate to see light.
Show them you know their worries—their fears, their dread, their horrors and doubts
Amara was the only girl whom the customers hailed Ocean because she engulfed lascivious husbands. Amara was the only girl who wasn’t starving for a model’s shape. Amara was gap-toothed. Amara was tall. Amara had skin the colour of fresh cocoa. Your skin was littered with questions and you were not tall.