Let It All Work Out

You only see the crumbs when the cookie crumbles. I gave up on writing, then got into a hedonistic type of lifestyle constantly flirting with death and keeping my guardian angel on toes since he nor she could comprehend what this mofo would do next. Probably they asked God for a transfer from guarding this…

I Have No Title For This – Honestly.

It is a Saturday. The sky is partly cloudy and the sun is high in the sky smiling. The scene has been set and the birds are already out wilding in a frenzy of songs. The day normally starts with the struggles of getting out of bed. I press the power button of my phone…

a,b = b,a

“Young man at the back, can you come to the board and swap the integers without using an additional variable?” Professor Nutinge’s voice boomed as he motioned me to go in front of the class. Clearly my mind had been adrift for a while not paying any attention to the ongoing surroundings of the class….

Henna.

I waved to a woman because I thought she waved at me. Apparently she waved to another man. To get out of that awkward situation, I kept my hand up and a taxi pulled over. The driver asked me where I was headed to and I told him, “to the airport.”  I am now in…

Dawida Chronicles- Chapter 1

Two Days before Le’fools, Day One, Mzedu, March 30th 2019, Voi – Taveta County There are three men in a car christened Bidii. It is a Toyota Platz to be precise. Inside that car there’s a man in his early sixties – Kraun and his son – Saitama in his early thirties. There’s an ongoing…

Ifuen – The Fugitive.

Previously on 88,000 Acres of Bad Shit,… https://amwadeghu.wordpress.com/2019/03/28/one-foot-out/ I’ve been on the run for months now. I have forgotten the feeling and presence of having a family around. I packed my shit one Friday morning and left. I dleft without a goodbye. I never looked back. I drove to the nearby Ibadan state. I still…

One Foot Out.

Previously On 88,000 Acres of Bad Shit,.. https://amwadeghu.wordpress.com/2019/03/25/twist/ Nneka has the power to make men fall and would act as if it was not her fault. She knows that she is married. Lately she has been playing too many games. It has been peaceful in this house. A peace which has a deathly eerie silence….

Twist

Previously on 88,000 Acres of Bad Shit,… https://amwadeghu.wordpress.com/2019/03/25/the-lair/ “Come in,” a lovely feminine voice said. She had donned Levi’s spectacles and matte black lipstick enhanced her small pouty lips. A silver Rolex watch rested on her left wrist palm and she didn’t have her usual white lab coat on. There goes my fetish down the…

The Lair

Previously on 88,000 Acres of Bad Shit, https://amwadeghu.wordpress.com/2019/03/14/akala/ It’s Friday morning, Akala had reached his working premises an hour early. He made coffee in his office and walked out to the balcony with his coffee in hand. He stared down below as the city rose to life. Cars could be heard honking. In the distance,…

B for Base.

Base/Maskani/Kitaa – It’s a designated area in a hood, estate or ghetto where a group of men or boys converge and sit to have a talk. Talks can vary from normal banter and drag all the way to vices ailing our society. A few of the talks would wander and might be centered on girls…