Chundung didn’t need grammar to know that she was fired. When Aunty Patience gave her those few rolled up notes and made as if she was trying to draw out the...
Author - Felicia Taave
Felicia Taave loves to read and write. Some of her work can be seen on africanwriter.com, naijastories.com and butterfliesbecoming.com. When she’s not reading or writing, she enjoys listening to music, watching movies and disturbing other people.
Nothing had prepared her for these kinds of ‘choices.’ She’d had a care-free childhood and had grown up aware that everything and everyone around her existed...
I have a condition. I don’t know what to call it; I’m not that smart. But I know I have a condition, okay? Many times I want to rail at the world, I want...
The thing about carrying eyes is you must not let them dangle, and you must go with them everywhere. It doesn’t matter if you have two, or four, or six, or...
There is something terribly wrong with that kind of beauty. It seems to beg for someone to taint it. It cries out to be ruined. I’ll say it’s not my fault, but...
So she just packed her stuff and left, immediately after the rain. When he came back to the room from buying bread at the roadside he couldn’t really believe...
She felt for the lock in the dark, holding on to Junior’s slight, trembling frame to steady herself. There was a strange padlock securely fastened to the latch...
Sometimes one could wake up and see just about anyone pacing the corridors, trying to ascertain with their eyes what their confounded noses had divined. Was it...
I see tears in your future. And pain. What is beauty where the smell of money fills the air like the incense of Arabian spices? I can have you; yes, even you...
She stomped angrily up the staircase wondering if today was the day Mr. Afolabi would shut the door in her face. The class wasn’t one she’d choose to be in; it...
They all screamed but the grandmother screamed the loudest, her eyes darting in every direction, fearful, pessimistic and yet betraying hope. She begged her...
Breathing the fresh, exhilarating air of triumph in that singular moment that seemed to Achobe sufficient justification for her entire existence, she...
