He was drowning; the water had come in through his nose and was threatening to sabotage his intake of air. His survival instinct propelled him to open his mouth and he did, slowly opening his eyes as well and panting heavily. He was sitting on the ground held up by someone and surrounded by aContinue reading Tales of a year: the Lagos dream 4
A slap on the shoulder woke Okekene up from the nightmare he was having, he had dreamt of two giant, rotten tomatoes chasing him as his children laughed hysterically at him. “Wake up!” one of the women whom he had travelled with yelled at him with disdain. She dragged a basket of tomatoes to herselfContinue reading Tales of a year: the Lagos dream 3
Mrs Okekene did not know what to do about her husband. Ever since the harvest celebration it seemed that he had been transported into another realm. All he could talk about when he did talk was Lagos; he suddenly began to complain about the fact that there was no meat in his soup while hisContinue reading Tales of a year: the Lagos dream 2
There is such a thing as “the Lagos dream”. It is the inspiration for my story today, it is the story of Okekene and his wife. Mr and Mrs Okekene got married with mutual consent (there is such a thing as a forced marriage and I will tell that story soon), they were members ofContinue reading Tales of a year: The Lagos dream
Elizabeth sat on the plastic chair fanning herself, enjoying the cool shade of the mango tree. She sighed in relief, grateful for the miracle that had happened and hopeful for better days. After that night when Victor had beaten her into a coma, her father had had him arrested and jailed until she regained consciousness.Continue reading Tales of a year: Elizabeth Part 2
Elizabeth sat pensively, looking at the clock every half hour. It was eleven thirty already. What kind of husband was this man? Just when she thought things were alright between them, he would revert to his old ways. She had prayed, she was always dropping a prayer point slip at the church, she had fastedContinue reading Tales of a year: Elizabeth 1
Kate pounded the foofoo energetically; her husband always wanted it to be stretchy and thick. She stopped to wipe her sweaty face and check on the bitter leaf soup she was cooking in her kitchen hut. She returned to the mortar and picked up her pestle ready to continue with the pounding when she feltContinue reading Tales of a year: Dinner and a surprise