It's crazy that it is six months later today after you left that I have found the courage to write about us, my silence, the whispers and the truth. Forgive me, I was gathering storms. It's been hard. Everything. I do not know why I haven't taken my life yet. Perhaps it is because my … Continue reading DEAR FRED AND THE OTHERS…
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DIARIES OF AN UNENDING PANDEMIC
DIARIES OF AN UNENDING PANDEMIC by Nwanne Favour . . Dear Obiageli, Words fail me and that is the surprising thing. Words shouldn't fail me, I mean, I've spent most of my life scribbling God-Knows-What on paper, yet I am here, strangled by a familiar feeling. Yes, words have failed me. You know how you … Continue reading DIARIES OF AN UNENDING PANDEMIC
A CONVERSATION WITH THY SOUL
photo credit: agsandrew/shutterstock.com via livescience.com * Between the end of ColdPlay's I'll Fix You and the start of James Blunt's Carry You Home, I first heard your voice. I counted in seconds. I heard it in the squeaking of the ceiling fan and the tappings of light rain drops on my roof. I listened. You … Continue reading A CONVERSATION WITH THY SOUL
DEAR ALERO, I KNOW YOU(LIKE I KNOW ME)
Dearest Alero, My very own. I received your letter this morning regarding a writing assignment to demonstrate my appreciation for you. My first thought was, Why? We live together. We are one. So why? Why? Knowing you as I do, I realized you need something tangible to hold on to, even if they are lies. … Continue reading DEAR ALERO, I KNOW YOU(LIKE I KNOW ME)
TO THE MAN WHO NEEDED FRESH AIR
To you, Chinedu, the man who needed fresh air. I was there when the puddle of blood that gathered in the small pothole – one of the many potholes that bizarrely decorate the road directly connecting Abraka to Warri – transformed from a brownish red to bright red. The thick clots that were once brown, … Continue reading TO THE MAN WHO NEEDED FRESH AIR
RUN
You want to use a knife. But you fear it might not produce the desired effect. So you opt for a screwdriver, a plier, and a gun. *** You clip his earlobes. "This is for the pain you caused me." You say, watching his eyes pop out of their sockets. They look like eggs laid … Continue reading RUN
BONDS
Bonds... Family... I'm looking at the pale face of my sister, and instead of crying, I am laughing. I am laughing because she is dying. She is dying of cancer. Yay!!! "Die..." I whisper, caressing her face. She is beautiful... *** A family is not complete without one of its members. When one leaves, it … Continue reading BONDS
TONIGHT
Tonight, somewhere, a child is dying. A child that is out under the cold of the night, arms wrapped around his bulging ribs, his ears filled with lullabies from buzzing mosquitoes, his lips dry, his head aching. A child seeking the warmth of a mother, the love of a father, the camaraderie of siblinghood. Tonight, … Continue reading TONIGHT
When we were younger….
When we were younger.... We used to be lovers... Now we've grown older... We are borers, Drilling into each other's souls Seeking for chunks of coals that smells foul Doesn't it stink? It tastes even like ink. It tastes even like blood. *** Adele sang, 'Send my love to your new lover, we both know … Continue reading When we were younger….
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