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Kemelayefa’s Crisis -Lets Talk

“I am done.  I can’t do this anymore.”

Kem blurted out, clutching his head between his palms, his anguished expression partially visible to Tam.

“My guy! what’s the problem?”

“It’s Rio.”

“Backup, what about her?  Are you not trying to work things out with Sammie?”

“Arrghhhh!! yes that was…is still my plan but…”

Kem had met up with Tam .  He wanted Tam’s opinion on some t-shirt mockups for Kanyi’s  youth camp group taking place in a few months.

Tam which was short for Tambari placed his glass down on the wooden slab table, wiping off the droplets from his sweating glass with a napkin.

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“What are you talking about Kemelayefa?”

Kem slowly raised his head.

What? Tam asked astonished by how quickly Kem switched from the  bewildering facial expression to a relaxed countenance.

“Oh its nothing!”

Tam sounded like his father, the way he pronounced his full name.  Kem short for Kemelayefa which means nothing is greater than a human being, was named after his Ijaw maternal grandfather.

 Tam continued ” I thought that the business with Rio ended when you made the decision to work things out with Sammie?”

Kem was quiet.  Tambari knew his friend all too well, so his non responsiveness was even more disquieting.

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Posted in A New Year, Faith Life, Flash Fiction, Lifelong Learning, Storytelling, Travel, Writing

Fading into the Sunset

As it slowly fades into the sunset, I can confidently say this year was different.

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About this time last year, for some reason, I had this sense of urgency to be more consistent and purposeful in my writing.

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Potent – Flash Fiction

Her ears perked up with the alacrity of a response to a drill sergeant’s orders.  Home alone with a horror movie marathon session as her company of choice for the evening, she could never be too cautious.

The screams were more than a few decibels louder than the audio streaming from the TV.  The frenzied pitch was unnerving.  As she pressed on the volume down arrow of the remote, the screams seemed even more intense.

Barreling down the hallway towards the screams, she thought to herself even at Usain Bolt’s pace she could not get to her “baby” fast enough.  Its intensity escalating by the nanosecond.

Jason! Jason! Jason!.. All she received in response were more screams in the direction of his room.  She froze in her tracks…shreds of fabric, picture frames knocked over, feathers, and wallpaper strewn all over the floor.

He bolted towards her. Almost knocking her over, she managed to tip her weight,  shifting her right foot forward.  Latching onto her waist, the sobs and shivers could not be controlled.

His room looked like a tornado casualty but with the walls still standing.  With the ripped pieces of Jason’s best speller award around them, hands still resting on his shoulders she stooped to his eye-level, “Jason what happened here?” she managed to ask without giving away her panicked state.

Nedu followed his fingers as he pointed towards the wood floors.

Just then she noticed a dark tray with what looked like cracked egg shells.

Right on cue, one, two, three, six, after ten, she lost count; egg yolk yellow chicks, with streaks of green and blue feathers around their protruding bellies, each about the size of her fist, come traipsing out from under his bed.

The small but mighty sometimes come packaged in the least expected ways.

 

This original entry in response to a flash fiction writing prompt has been modified.