Hello guys. I'm super glad to share this, The Curios Case of Leticia Banyin, fan-fiction I wrote based on the Inspector Bediako series, with you guys. I wrote it out as a prologue, so try not to be too mad at me for all the plenty unanswered questions. Hope you like it! And yes, ALL … Continue reading THE CURIOS CASE OF LETICIA BANYIN
He picked up his spectacles from on top the dresser and placing it firmly on his nose, turned to her. She drew the cigarette away from her lips, whistling a plume of smoke in his direction. Satisfaction played around the smirk on her lips. “And what are you so excited about?” She tongued the cigar … Continue reading As God does Punish.
For Shika. Fuseinu rolls over on his mat and puffs out the single candle illuminating the tiny security outpost, his home. He turns to face his lover - a tiny shadow next to him, and plants a warm kiss on her forehead. “Tell me about your day” Today I spat in the evening meal. It … Continue reading Throat to Chest
Do you not draw inspiration from the gut? Sprawled out in a mess of your own entrails; finger-painting Life, with blood. Atipoe clapped his hands together and sat down at the edge of the steep cliff. His eyes took in the vision of forest around him. The dark clouds overhead cast a malignant spell over … Continue reading Esum Kabii: A Preternatural Story
He only lost his voice in the most damning circumstances, the most unfortunate. When it was most needed it was lost to him, coming out as hissing sounds, a slew of flying saliva, of quivering lips and idiotic gesticulations. He stared at her and wondered if it would let now. She threw a handful of … Continue reading Gold Coin Visions: of Paupers and Outcasts
Morning. The white Ford bus came to a gradual halt, tyres mildly sinking into the soft foliage surrounding the cabin. Its engine hummed a silent vibration, doing little to disturb the serenity of the coming sunrise. Sister Hazel slid the bus-door open and hopped out, kicking and stretching. She yawned into a smile as Brother … Continue reading All the Birds in the Sky: Alternate Ending
The first thing they notice are the thin lines across my wrist. It’s always that first. Maybe because I make it a point to place my hands sideways on the table, or slowly stretch my hand for the salt? Maybe because in a twisted way I’m proud there’s something about me that’s different from everyone … Continue reading A’ Something Something And Happy
Prologue: The brand new mission bus stood magnificently white underneath the neem tree, oblivious to the commotion of little bodies being shuffled in by a flustered nun. Sister Hazel picked the last of her Sunday-School pupils up and handed her to Brother Brown, checking around one last time to make sure no one had scampered … Continue reading All the Birds in the Sky
Kwaku paused in front of the doors glass pane, assessing his clothes one last time before entering. The tailor had done a terrible job with his trousers length; It was cut too high, almost as if casually with scissors. With every step he took he felt it flutter against the space above his ankle, giving … Continue reading Servicing Mr. Kwaku
Before you read this, I think uhm, its important? that you actually read the entire series. Follow these links to do so. Part 1: An Ephemeral Twilight: The Light Part 2: An Ephemeral Twilight: The Darkness Part 3: An Ephemeral Twilight: The Myth of Plato’s Cave Hello guys! Yet another 3 part series comes to an end and again, I … Continue reading Here’s All You Need To Understand An Ephemeral Twilight.
This is the last of the Ephemeral Twilight Series. You can read part 1 there: An Ephemeral Twilight: The Light and part 2, here: An Ephemeral Twilight: The Darkness For Disappointment, like a lover on her period. Penny lived in a gated community at Spintex, hidden at the sides of a long stretch of dirt road. It bore … Continue reading An Ephemeral Twilight: The Myth of Plato’s Cave
From the wired netting of her window she stared blankly at leaves collectively swaying to their own gentle rhythm. It was that time of day between 5 P.M and 6, where if you were not too caught up in traffic or closing shop or engaged in some activity that demanded a certain degree of your … Continue reading Between the Hours: A Boring Look, at a Tired Existence.