Tag: African stories

It’s been a week we both caught Romoke pounding on my parents’ bed with my father. A lot have happened after that. Romoke was arrested when my father slept and didn’t wake up the next morning.

“Shhh” Mama shushed me, placing her index finger to the centre of her mouth. She dragged me away from Martha’s door, leading me to my room.   

The sound of a glass shattering woke her up, startled from her sleep she remembered having a cup of glass in her hand before dozing off. She looked into the space, lost in her thought.

She stood up from the cushion, sluggishly dragging her feet one after the other to her room, dreading to close her eyes. Knowing he would come for her. She was expecting him as usual, the same way he comes every time to the same room.

“Stop there,” she heard. Too scared to move she saw three of them coming towards her. She knew she couldn’t  escape them, but she had to take a step, she ran as fast as her leg could take her just to escape them. Not taking a look back.

Her mood was the contrast of the cushions in her living room which was beautifully decorated. The cream cushion was of three sets. Two singles, a double and a three sitter of high taste.

I was in my room when I heard Maami shouted. Maami knocked on Adewunmi’s door and mine, telling us to come out. I came out to see her on her knees. She thrust Baami’s phone to Adewunmi, who gave me after reading.

Maami was cooking in the kitchen one afternoon when she saw a snake at the entrance of the kitchen that leads to the back yard. She quickly closed the door. She told us that day to always close the kitchen door whenever…

I looked up to see the fire that seems to be getting close to the school. I could feel the heat emanating from the fire.I saw some male students helping others jump over the fence; I left the gate to join them that was when I saw…