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Fiction
Helon Habila |
'He hadn’t expected
someone like his neighbour, Osasa, who was almost fifty,
to be married to someone so young. She couldn’t be
up to thirty. When she asked him to stay for lunch he said
yes, even though he had planned to have lunch with his friends.
At lunch he found out more about her: she was a nurse, she
had no children, and she lived with her sister-in-law because
they had sold their house two years ago when Osasa was leaving
for America after winning the diversity visa lottery. She
said this innocently, ‘He needed to go with some money
because we weren’t sure what America was going to
be like.’'
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Ike Okonta |
'He felt the gulf between
himself and these denizens of the road keenly. They took
each day for what it had to offer. He faced each day on
the road with loathing and trepidation. The long hours and
hard grinding work agreed with them; a little part of him
died each day on the road. They were in their element. The
four years he had spent in the university had not prepared
him for this.'
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Chuma Nwokolo, Jr.
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Are you using the rest of
that beer?
Sorry?
The remaining beer in your bottle. You look like a weight-watcher
— and me, I don’t mind the pot-belly.
Ah... I can buy you a fresh bottle,
if that is what you want...
God bless you!
Waiter!
Call him Sule and the beer comes faster.
' Scuse the embarrassment, that’s just me.
That’s okay; I get broke myself,
now and again,
As for! Me, I'm broke again and again.
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