Wednesday “What is it about Christmas that makes everyone so crazy?” I asked watching the tippers dumping more sand on the floor. The driver released his load too quickly blowing a cloud of dust over everything. …
Author: Nnenna Marcia
Walking down the aisle in church the next day I couldn’t help feeling self-conscious. It was Offering Time and it seemed the new vicar had rung in some changes. For one thing, there was a gospel band instead …
Silly cow. Silly, sexy cow. I didn’t even go to her college, but it seemed being friends with some of her friends on Facebook was enough to convince her that I did. She wrote something in reply which …
Something worried at the fore of my consciousness dragging me out of sleep. I reached for my phone even before I opened my eyes and switched off the alarm. In the silence that followed, I could …
By the second drawn out silence, it was obvious we had nothing in common. It was as if even the too-bright lights of the restaurant were designed to draw attention to our differences; his shirt which …
The six of us who made up the Nigerian on-site executive team all looked as if we had aged a few years in just three weeks. The seventh person, a man, looked freshly scrubbed and alert. …
Seventeen minutes. That was the time it took for my mother to get me angry. “What did I say now?” she spread her palms, flicking water onto the concrete floor as she did so. “I don’t …
Greg was running late. Again. I patted my tummy and grimaced as it bounced back, full of water. My waiter caught my eye and started walking towards me, smiling. I shook my head and he turned …
“Excuse me, please.” The woman in front of me beckoned downwards. I caught a flash of black rolling in the aisle and picked it up. “Thank you,” she said, reapplying the tube of lipstick to her …
When I opened my eyes, fifteen minutes had passed. I was still not sated. I groped for the rubber bullet and found it wedged between my leg and the cylindrical support pillow which had freed itself …