Philomena sat on her bed and crossed her arms. It had been about a week since her meeting with Florence and she could still remember every word of defiance that had been spoken. Florence would get into trouble with Uche once he found out what her plan was, and she would too, for not alertingContinue reading Abowu District Episode 38
She stared right through the child, holding his hand and letting him gnaw at her knuckles with his toothless gum. The other children sang and danced around the room but she didn’t see them, neither did she hear the radio presenter telling the funny story of the white man whose face turned beet red afterContinue reading Abowu District Episode 37
Toye stared at Becky. “What are you doing here?” “I’m looking for help… I’m going home…” “Home?” “Yes, my boss lives two streets away.” “You shouldn’t be walking about at this time of the night but you’ve always been that sort of girl, looking for trouble…”
Doyin walked towards the restaurant where he had seen Becky, thinking about his fight with Franca the night before. The woman was beginning to annoy him with her continuous desire to get pregnant. Toye wasn’t as wealthy as he but Franca seemed to find his ability to settle down with Annabelle more appealing than allContinue reading Abowu District Episode 35
Sewa found Becky crying at the back of the restaurant desperately wiping incessant tears. “Becky…” She turned round to see Sewa holding Bolutife, he had tears on his cheeks too. “He has been crying, where did you go? Why are you crying?”
Becky was eating too fast, swallowing morsels of amala faster than she was scooping them from the plate. Sewa had offered to carry Bolutife, and even he was trying to suck her fingers. She observed the young mother and wondered about her. Her clothes were faded and there was a tear at the back ofContinue reading Abowu District Episode 33
Toye watched the blood and saliva dripping from his mouth to his thighs, his head dangling from his neck. One of Richard’s bodyguards had just punched him in the mouth with a chain wrapped around his hand. All night, it had been a cycle of beating, interrogation, and persuasion.