Fiction

OLANMA

I was 6 when I noticed that one side of Olanma’s face was sagging, so low like Iya Lasun’s aged breast which had nursed five children, it was often rumored that if you put a beetle on those breasts it would start “standing” like Aunty Laide’s own, so it was natural that I,Ogechi and Ugochukwu would call Olanma and put Ugo’s beetle on the sagging part of Her face just so that her face will stand too.

Mama chinedu caught us one day, and threatened to tell Mama, one knows that the fear of “utali” is the beginning of true wisdom. So we left olanma’s face to its fate.

On the morning when Olanma started running towards us with the same gait that Chuma the imbecile ran with, one leg few inches apart, one hand bent at an awkward angle, refusing to lift its head like Mallam Musa when he slept at his kiosk ,with spittle drooping by the corner of her lips, I stood there rooted to the ground, my brain willing me to move .

I was the smart 6 year old who had always wanted to become a doctor, I had read all the medical magazines that Brother Dami brought back from Randle General hospital to know that Olanma had partial stroke, I told mama but she told me ” That children do not suffer from stroke, only old men, who worked from dawn till dusk like Chief Olugbemi who owned the yellow house where chidinma lived, suffered such unfortunate diseases”

Everyday people came to pray in her house, they would scream and beg God to make the devil leave her alone, they scrubbed her head with iron sponge, that type that Mama Ugochukwu use in washing her iron pot, one night I heard her scream, the type Toheeb screamed when brother Saheed locked him and beat him with koboko.

That night when Olanma couldn’t move again, Papa Tolani came with his big motor and carried all her family members, her brother who we called professor, told us they were going to the “hospitah”

Later that night I had dreams of Her, but in my dreams, her face was standing and her hair which was coiled to perfection like that Fulani man who stayed at Musa’s kiosk was combed backwards and her big brown eyes were staring at me accusingly, before I saw her in the tiny box where she laid still and closed her eyes.

Okoro told me that everybody said it was somebody in our compound that poisoned her, that she ate food in Mama Blessings house and since then her face started sagging. what one did not know, one did not speak of; Mama hushed me and told me to go wash the beans so that we will start going to the junction to sell evening market.

I guess I had him to thank because It prepared me for the drama that hit our yard that afternoon, when Mama Chinedu came back and poured water into Mama Blessings house and swore to kill one of her children if Olanma died, Mama told me that it was motherly instinct that made her speak in such a ridiculous manner, she told me that when one was Faced with the reality of losing a child, one turned to a person capable of murder.

I stood in our parlor which was located at the other side of the compound and told God that if Olanma lived I would stop making her do my chores while I stuffed myself with mama Bose’s rice , and go to church every friday for children class, armed with the things I had been told at church that God Loved Me and will answer me.

This afternoon all the men in Mama Chinedu’s house and Mama Blessing’s house came together they were speaking in hushed tones and looked too serious. Like the way those elders in that “feem” “Okonta” looked when the community was in crises.

I knew it that moment that things would never remain the same. I still prayed under my breath, Lord let her live, because really what is a human being without hope? No one told me that hopes could be crushed into dust. No one told me that little girls could die and leave holes shaped like them in peoples heart.

So when Papa Tolani’s van stopped in front of our yard, and I saw one small looking box at the back with white clothe on it, I knew that all my sunday school teachers had taught me the wrong thing and I would never go to children class again

It dawned on me that,God Loved me, But Sometimes He Loved Little Girls with sagging faces that refused to stand.

“Kamnelechukwu Susan Obasi”

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Fiction

“That Awesome Love Story I Wrote”

Be Warned This is not a typical Boy meets girl story!
Sue doesn’t do Sappy.
Its beautiful in a way.
And its my second attempt at writing fiction.
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I stood there glancing at the sky, that was so blue it hurt to look at it, but was so radiant and perfect that it broke your heart in a good way to not look at it, I have been standing here feeling the weight of all my baggage weighing me down.

No man wants a girl with all my baggage, look at me with all my self doubt,insecurities,I found what
appalled me: a zoo of lusts, a bedlam of
ambitions, a nursery of fears, a harem of
fondled hatreds. My name was legion.” Far
from being a bad, morbid, overly
introspective thing, yet this man has decided that I was the only thing that mattered to him.
It was too good to be true. I kept staring at the sky, sometimes silence was all that was needed, nature can be a comforting companion no need for it to reply to the questions buzzing in my head but yet providing serenity to bring me back to sanity.

I remember my first encounter with him; it was on a cold wednesday when I felt like my world was crumbling, I couldn’t be bothered to get out of bed, suffering from one of my depression bouts that I picked up a letter from him, telling me how much he loves me, It annoyed me so much, that I flung it to the far end of my room. Why would this man lie to me? Is it not enough that I am alone and lonely? Why should he care to love “me”. In my anger I decided I was going to talk to me about his little prank and end it before it got too far.

I got out of bed, feeling woozy from lying down too much and taking painkillers in attempt to dull a pain whose source was more emotional than physical, how does one cure emotional pain with painkillers? I took a shower,dressed up and prepared to write him back.

I finished writing in two seconds with words “Leave me alone, I am not good enough”
I picked up his letter and was looking for a return address and was pissed when all I saw was “In Your Heart”

What kind of man signs a letter with “in your heart”?
Besides who writes letters in 2015 anymore? Chuckling to myself as I remember the Nipost office down my street.
Still I wouldn’t be bothered.

I decided I was going to look up his profile just to get a kick out of it. I Searched for his name on Google and suddenly the color drained from my face, what sort of Joke was this?
He isn’t even wealthy enough to take me on dates, has no ferrari, porsche, nor family name, he wasn’t the most attractive of men.
My love life is doomed if men like this were seeking me out.
I looked for a phone number, so desperate to call him and warn him to “Piss off”
What I saw actually pissed me off, his phone number was “just talk am listening”
Are we in the stone age?
I quickly turned my data off.
What a waste of time.

I suddenly felt the sudden need to try the silly idea just because I didn’t want him to contact me anymore.
I sat still thinking about what to say, I wasn’t raised to be rude, I started by saying my name, and why I was calling him. Leave me alone was all I said, it was barely a whisper but I hoped he got the message.

As I went about doing whatever caught my fancy. I noticed another letter on my table that simply said.
“I will never leave you nor forsake you even till the end of time”

Rolling my eyes at the letter I shook my head, this is the corniest pickup line ever. I flung it with the first one that I saw in the morning.

Why would this man love me so deeply?

I decided to talk to him again
I was bored.

The more I talked the more enchanted I became with him, I didn’t want to stop talking. I would tell him everything from who started a fight with me, to who I felt hated me, to how I didn’t like being depressed and stuff. Almost everything.

I didn’t have to bother about talking too much, he was there, even at 2am when everyone was sleeping, when I became sick he wrote me saying ” I have Healed you”

I didn’t want it to stop.
It was personal, something to finally call mine. I didn’t want to share.

I found out I just wanted him to not stop replying, and oh the letters after the first two was so beautiful.
I say again I didn’t want it to end!

He told me of how they killed him, no lot literally, they smashed nails into his hands and legs and left him for dead. He died! And I cried so much because i was the reason he stayed on the cross.
His love was so great that that pain had nothing on that love.

But then

I started cheating
I started messing around his brain.
I started playing mind games
I found someone new.
I had mistaken a prince for the King.
I wanted out!

I didn’t speak to him for days.
I wouldn’t read his letters.

I killed him all over again!

Yet he was so kind.

He brought me gifts, he would make me laugh until my stomach hurt.
I still loved him.
But I put him in the Dreaded Friend Zone
When all he wanted was for me to Love him so Badly.

Then calamity struck.
The toad I left him for messed me up so bad that I didn’t know what to do. He broke my heart to smithereens.

Yet I cried out to him and he answered.
He nourished me back.
He steadied my heart once more.
And here I am basking in the warmth of his constant Love.
And he got me wondering why I ever left him in the first place.

I ask again, why would a perfect person love a flawed lady like me?

Then something happened.
I thought he was cheating on me.
I realized everyone loved him, and he loved them back.
You could say he was a Ladies man.
I couldn’t imagine him having the kind of relationship he had with me with anyone else.

But he wrote me a letter ” Love is not Jealous” he said.

He is everything I want and ever would need

I am his bride and someday I hope to be united with him.
He is Emmanuel, Love personified.

The Love of my Life.

I am Suzanne and this is My Love Story.

Fiction

FOR NYANYA 2

Amaka had never been to this part of Nigeria before, Abuja the land of opportunities! If you know who to meet.

Her bosom friend Regina had asked her to come stay with her till she could find her way around and stand on her feet, just yesterday she had been under the bridge at Ojuelegba trying to make ends meet and arguing heatedly with Semiu over the money he owed her, Lagos wasn’t a place to play nice if you wanted to survive, it was kill or be killed, so when the opportunity came to go to Abuja she didn’t waste one minute in thought, she picked up the only worldly possession she had at the uncompleted building down the street and high tailed it out of there.

Madam wetin you dey find? Aunty you wan buy something? Oh girl where you dey go?
The voices snapped her out of her reverie as she stood at the popular Nyanya park, she was nervous, where was Regina biko nu? Was she planning to make her sleep at the park? God knows she was used to sleeping out in public places but then….. She didn’t want the thought of sleeping at the park to be her final resort. She decided to wait in resignation to the fact that her friend was her only hope of making it in abuja.

She headed down to the woman selling Gala and La’casera, her stomach had been grumbling all day, Food was fuel to her, she couldn’t afford to go hungry because then she wouldn’t be able to hustle.

Just then her phone rang, it was Regiie, Babes what’s up nah, you no dey show again?
I dey come, I don almost reach the park, chillax, plenty time still dey to make this money, no let your blood dey hot anyhow.

Ok do quick I dey wait. As her friend hung up She suddenly remembered that the same place she was standing was where scores of people had lost there lives 3weeks ago, she felt a cold chill run down her spine, she started looking around for her friend, she was on the verge of panic when she saw a man pull up his car beside her, he got out closed the door and started saying “Allah is great (Allahu Akbar)” under his breath, she just ignored him and continued searching frantically for Regina.

After all, maybe he was just thanking allah for todays job, or maybe he was just saying so in resignation or surprise at something that might have happened to him. Maybe just maybe. *****************************
Usman Abu was bone tired from riding all the way from Borno to abuja, other than that everything was still schduled as planned, the pigs were resting, today being May Day.But the master had entrusted this mission into his hands, he wasn’t going to mess it up.

Tomorrow would be a sight, bodies thrown everywhere by the force at which this particular bomb would detonate, it was something the master took delight in doing. He had passed all the checkpoints without anyone checking his vehicle which was no surprise, There was nothing that cash couldn’t solve.

It was to be detonated by his wristwatch, just by turning the hands of the watch to 6’o clock, and Kaboom the whole place would be torched. He rubbed his hands in glee and proceeded to make calls to his contact in abuja tommorrow would be glorious.
Abu headed towards the entrance and boarded a cab.
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Amaka was visibly tired and needed to rest, her phone rang she picked up in anger and shouted all manner of expletives at reggie in yoruba, reggie was laughing at her frustrations when she ended the call she was enraged, just as she turned she saw her friend of 23yrs coming towards her.

She had hardly had the chance to hug her friend, when she heard the loud noise,it was deafening, she cried out as she saw reggies mangled body before everything went black.

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Abu had disappointed his master, he had lost this battle but people were dead and it would suffice and help calm his master.
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*Somewhere in Borno*

The idiot Abu has failed me, but notwhithstanding we still have the girls we kidnapped, sooner or later this Government would cave in. He smiled and turned back to the young boy he was torturing, he was bored already with it, he quickly shot the boy in the head and ordered his body to be fed to the dogs.

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For the victims of the bomb blast yesterday at Nyanya, and all other attrocities commited by the living Nightmare Bokoharam. Since am not tired of praying yet *May God send someone like John Rambo to kill all of you*

XoXo Eden.