Grey
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Grey

…On one hand, I have always wanted to be a mother. Even as a child, I didn’t want to be a lawyer or a doctor like my peers. I wanted to be a ‘single mother’ like my mum. I was rebuked time after time but I wasn’t deterred…

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God is Small Small.
Fiction, Latest Green Black Tales Fiction, Latest Green Black Tales

God is Small Small.

Mama always ask God to continue to give her breath, but I tink it is her nose that is giving her breath. If I close her nose with my hand, or handkerchief, she will stop breathing.

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What Will Tomorrow Bring?
Fiction, Short Stories 'Dayo Adedeji Fiction, Short Stories 'Dayo Adedeji

What Will Tomorrow Bring?

Golden hour was upon the land. Already, the sky had turned into a vibrant hue of orange that spelled the beginning of dusk. This served her well. Her youngest was playing in the shallow end of the river with the other children. She had always warned Kira to keep to the shallow end, nearer to the bank.

Her fear was not without foundation.

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The Awakening
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The Awakening

What thinking man can respect himself? I certainly do not respect myself. I am a mouse, a speck in the universe. I am very insignificant. I understand these facts well and no one but me realises how l think of myself. The facticity that I think this low of myself makes me sink even lower…

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The Retirement of J.P. Kolawole
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The Retirement of J.P. Kolawole

It was while I attempted to do the deed that I got shot in the back. Not to say that I was blameworthy for any of the incidences that happened, after all, aren’t we all guilty of some misdemeanour? Such was the tale of the forgotten man with the grossly grizzled face and twisted smile. He was the stuff of every horribly malevolent nightmare…

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Breath
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Breath

There were little cracks on the wall close to the ceiling and she believed that before the rainy season was over, the ceiling would start leaking. The man atop her closed his eyes in an euphoria known to him alone as he thrust deeper into her body…

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Dear Father
Fiction, Short Stories Ifeoluwa Falola Fiction, Short Stories Ifeoluwa Falola

Dear Father

Father, I have decided to kill myself. I know this is against our religious beliefs, but I am not sure I believe in God anymore. If there is a God, where was He when Adesewa was raped by the band of travelling armed robbers that happened to travel past our village that rainy Thursday night? Where was God when mother contracted pneumonia? Where was He when your crops were fed upon by animals and your barn was raided by thieves?

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