The Timekeeper

He doesn’t know it yet but on January 4th, at 79 years of age, Ifeanyi will be laid to eternal rest at his wife’s side. On March 4th at 29 years, he and his wife will have their first child on February 4th, when he is 26, they will be married. Today, December 4th at 24, he will meet his wife.

Chioma (excerpt from a WIP)

The moon dotted generously and flattered the New Ritzy spot, the marble columns seemed to glisten as the moon poured down graciously on them—it was a beautiful place. The fact that it was an open space with the evening zephyr coming at intervals made it all the more sensual. To Chioma’s eye this place was much too grand for her and the waiter who obviously had more flamboyance than she did appeared to have agreed with her.

ONE NIGERIA

"Relax Ikemba, this is a personal story only few people have heard.” he said after he paused to look at my face. “And I’m sure you’ll find it interesting.”

Jerry Obiagbor, a renowned professor of History, was heading to Abuja for the Independence Day celebration when his car broke down on his way to the Akanu Ibiam International Airport, Enugu. It was my wife, Adekemi, who first spotted him leaning against his car along the Emene express.

I had insisted on a souvenir; especially since I was going to turn back towards old Abakaliki road. After some light-hearted haggling, my wife suggested he give us a significant, personal story, only very few people had heard. He thought for a while before he found a story; the story of the Nigerian Civil War.

Day of Revelations

Udochukwu’s awed eyes stared on, following the singer’s every move. Ngozi, a sister from evangelism stood by her side with both hands raised in worship, “his voice is angelic, right?” she said when the worship ceased, bringing Udo back to the real world. Udo sat back down without responding; she wasn’t sure what Ngozi meant.

Udochukwu was such a woman who had not much to regret in her short beautiful, yet experience

Being a Man 2

I kept walking towards the bend in the passage when I heard her raised voice and that of a young man two doors behind me. I peeked through the keyhole and saw my wife pointing my pistol at a relatively younger man not more than twenty-nine years of age; I could not believe my eyes. I hesitated before entering the room; I hid myself in a small crevice between what seemed like a sitting room and the bedroom to listen to their conversation.

Being a Man 1

“City lounge”. I almost forgot how much I loved this place; I had driven past even as I clearly heard the bold sign post beckoning on me. Today is my birthday and I just quit my job as the vice president of the country; one of the steps towards fixing all the mistakes I have made lately. Everything is coming back to me now; after three shots of Johnnie Walker Blue. Jack looks surprised to see me, in the over two years he’s manned the bar he had never seen me on a Monday not to talk of being here this early.

Therapy

“There is a thing about a love so strong; it refuses to die even when it in function is dead.” I stared at her in stupendous wonder and thought to myself “this is the dumbest crap anyone had ever said to me in the name of therapy. This was my third session with Dr. Kindness, my ex-crush turned psychologist; still as radiant as I met her, with a smile that can light an entire city. When I first walked into her office and seeing all her qualifications and licences, I thought to myself; “what was I doing while she was acquiring all the degrees?” It dawned on me almost immediately; I had been doing the very same thing that had brought me to her office in the first place.

Excerpts from Obialunamma: 2

Juliet brushed a dark strand of curly hair away from her face and straightened her shoulders. She stood in front of the closed door, strengthening her resolve. She’d been told what to expect. Her sweaty hands were awkwardly placed on her navy blue cotton skirt. This was a new case, and she couldn’t help feeling apprehensive after listening to Dr. Bayo.

Excerpts from Obialunamma

The disparity between Enugu metropolis and other parts of the state was more than merely obvious, even the weather was completely different. Perhaps it’s just the atmosphere in her cosy New Heaven residence that is different, she couldn’t decide, she didn’t want to; that’s not the least of her worries. Nkechi was feeling a pang of uncertainty as she drove her silver Honda accord; for having to ship the little-bad cub off to the big-mad wolf, she knew it wasn’t a good idea but it was the only available option. Last year December even with her around to keep them both on their best behaviours, the havoc was still much more than a handful. Now she was letting them loose on the people without their chain, her; but she had to, she has to make this trip. This was the biggest breakthrough in her career, the urgency of it didn’t even bother her; it’s not every day that the government offers you such opportunity.

Love and Sex

‘The first thing a man thinks when he sees a lady is; wow, I want to hit that and that’s it, if he falls in love along the line that’s a different thing’. Marymag was point-blank about her argument without being vulgar, she sounded so convinced about it that it pissed Steve off so much. She watched him from the corner of her eyes; he was exhausted from defending his gender before two very brilliant and equally beautiful ladies (that is leaving out the anchor though it’s obvious where her loyalty lies). She was enjoying this very much. On Steve’s left was Maureen or Mau, she was enjoying this too, in a completely different kind of way. Marymag could tell this from the edge in her voice when she talked.

Proffessor Lazy

“Professor Lazy is on the way” echoed Jerry’s brittle voice from the end of the hallway and everyone immediately scampered to clear up the much they could of the mess we had made and get a seat for the two hours lecture. I had made one of the most provocative of all the messes; a painting of the professor Ndubuisi ‘Lazy’ butt naked in front of a class. My painting was second only to Jerry’s which had the professor and the head cleaner both naked doing what I would rather not mention.
Professor Francis Ndubuisi is my chubby bald headed arts lecturer; he was nicknamed ‘Lazy’ by BB, Jerry’s cross-eyed girlfriend. He had a way of making us do his work for him, hence the name. He has one of the impressionist paintings I submitted to him as assignment hanging on his sitting room wall, he also has one of BB’s unclad portraits in his bedroom; we had all agreed that he jerks off to it every night.