THE CORPSE ON THE COUCH. CHAPTER 6

A SINGLE STORY

It’s raining; it’s pouring

The old man is snoring.

He went to bed and bumped his head,

And wouldn’t get up in the morning

Nanananana…

 

THE CORPSE ON THE COUCH. CHAPTER 2

A DECISION IS MADE

 ”Sister but you don’t know him” Uncle Nathan whispered.

I buried my head deeper in the encyclopaedia and pretended like I was deaf. The stranger was still on the veranda while my mother and Uncle Nathan were whispering in the parlour.

”He does not really know this city even his phone was stolen and he can’t contact his people to confirm the address. I can’t send him out in this weather.”

The Corpse on the Couch. CHAPTER 1

 It’s raining, it’s pouring

I sat on the veranda and watched as the rain poured from the sky and washed the earth clean of her sins. I heard the pestle hit the mortar and the former cry out in response. I saw the palm trees sway from side to side; they were in complete awe of Mother Nature.

I heard my mother call out my name but I ignored her. I dug my feet in the sand and watched the rain tap it with such ferocity.

Seasons greeting everyone!

I know its so two days ago but i guess its never too late.  Merry Christmas everyone and have a wonderful New Year.

A Day in the Extraordinary Life of Nkemdili Odife. Chapter 15

It is three months after the revelation and  finally there is peace in my life. I have also made peace with my parents and siblings and I’m happy to say we are in a better place today. I still have my bad days though, but there are fewer and far between. Lanre told me it will be gone forever and I will never hurt if I give my life to Christ and forgive Charles. Well I didn’t know what to make of that. I know I am a fairly good Christian, please feel free to call me born again. I like to also think I’ve forgiven him but sometimes when I remember I go numb. So what does that mean? I am only human I guess.

A Day in the Extraordinary Life of Nkemdili Odife. Chapter 9

I was at the office of Rise from the Ashes an NGO situated on the ever busy Kasali Road. I emailed every NGO I’d gotten from Lanre the day before and by the following morning, I received 3 replies but something about Rise from the Ashes stood out for me. First I loved the name, I could identify with that. I was not there yet but it sounded like something I’d love to say about my experience. Secondly, a certain Abigail E. Okundaye was the only one who volunteered to call and even fix a tentative appointment. I read her email again with a smile on my face:

Dear Nkem,

A Day in the Extraordinary Life of Nkemdili Odife. Chapter 7

I was drinking a glass of water when I saw my mother exit a taxi. She looked tired as she headed for the rear-end of the car. I dropped the glass in the sink and hurried to my room. I wished I had accepted Biola’s turtle neck but it was too late now. I locked my door and ransacked my wardrobe looking for something suitable. I could hear the sound of her voice as she bustled around the house while singing her favourite song.

Imeeeee imela

A Day in the Extraordinary Life of Nkemdili Odife. Chapter 3

I was putting away my cutting paper for the day when my phone began to ring. It was Biola Alabi ”talk to me” I said in a matter of fact tone.

”Yeye woman, what do you have up your sleeves this fine evening?”

”You tell me.”

”Turn down for whatttt?” she cried in an excited tone.

A Day in the Extraordinary Life of Nkemdili Odife. Chapter 1

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It was a cold day in March where the rain refused to fall and the sun decided not to hold court. I wished one of the two would happen, that way I, could make up my mind on the state of my laundry and not have to feel guilty about ignoring it again. The pile of cloths stared at me from the blue basket at the corner of my room. I yawned again and reached out for my black bible underneath the pillow at my side. I flipped to my favourite portion of the bible – the New Testament, Matthew to be precise. Last week, I made the mistake of opening any portion of the bible until I read Isaiah 51:19 which didn’t sit well with my spirit and set the tone for an annoying day. You see I am not so spiritually sound like some individuals who can talk their way out of that passage. I am more of a read and assimilate individual hence my decision to stick to the New Testament these days.

Choice and Consequence: The tale of Abike and Ferdinand. Chapter 9

 

All afternoon, I tried to speak with either Charles or his father but it was an exercise in futility. Finally by 6.45pm, I was able to reach Charles. He sounded out of breath like a jogger who just finished a course. ”I apologise my brother, I got your message and you can trust, I’ve been on this issue ever since.”

”Charles, it’s still like a dream” I cried out in frustration. ”The annoying aspect was her refusal to expatiate on the unfavourable referee. It’s not fair now, you check am.”

”I can imagine how you feel but you must realize there is a limit those people can cross. She may wish to tell you more but at the end of the day, she has to play by the book. If she misyarn, she is on her own plus popsie has to be careful too because there is conflict of interest” he concluded.

While I appreciated all these explanation, it was doing nothing for me. ”But you be my person, so I expect you to be honest with me” I said in anger. ”Which referee be that?”