Erased | Short Fiction | Enoch Akinlabi
The milky cream of the ceiling seemed to be out of focus no matter how much I attempted to concentrate.
The milky cream of the ceiling seemed to be out of focus no matter how much I attempted to concentrate.
Despite the advice of her father, laughter was not his first course of action the day they discovered she was pregnant. She, the bride-to-be, got pregnant months before wedding.
I must have been asleep for a thousand and one years because of the clamour for food that seemed to be the concert every nerve in my body was singing in, was horrifying.
“At least you’re eating now,” Tunde says with a smile. He sits on the living room carpet with his legs crossed, a small bowl of eba and egusi soup in his hand.
It all began that night. Yes, that night would not be forgotten so easily. The croaking of frogs, fluttering wings of fruit bats, the cawing of owls that rested on the Ukwa tree every night.
A dead body. Buried in the woods. Covered up by dry leaves and twigs. The smell of fresh morning dew mixed with dust filled the air.
In Mesembe’s house, Saturdays were for cooking Afang soup. Both of his wives would go to the market, early—each with the goal of getting there before the other—just to buy the best ingredients
Morounke, when you get this letter, you will shed your tears of affection reading it, you will once again be plagued with memories of me, you will wish I had not gone away.
“I’m going into the shadows.” With that, the big black man’s motor bike shot forward with powerful speed and disappeared into the city of Ikeja.
Dikan didn’t know Kinshasa street. Abuja was too big for him to know every street and he didn’t understand why this Lolli girl couldn’t see that.
Good Samaritans had rushed me to the hospital in my unconscious state. Afterwards, my pastors took over from there.
Why do I have a wound? I asked myself as I looked around frantically. My head began twirling as I felt bouts of pain in my head. My whole body was on fire
Rays of light pierced my eyelids and hit my eyeballs. I tightened my brow. I heard a voice, a soft one and very faint as though the person was whispering.
Chidi looked forward to it. He had wanted to know more about his dad, what kind of person he was before his death, and possibly a few things about his life.
I knew my life had taken a U-turn and for me to grab it back, I needed to leave my family behind and venture into a new city