Showing posts with label Short story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Short story. Show all posts
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    UUHDEMÉ

    Mama had a daughter, and she named her Udeme. Her classmates referred to her as UUHDEMÉ, because that was what her mother had wr...

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    REMEMBRANCE

    Blood leaked from me, red creeks crisscrossing a brown highway. The morning was quiet, unusually so. There was no pounding of ya...

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    DEVOTION

    Wrinkly hands. Skin spotted with age. Nails, hardened yellow claws. Her hands hold the rosary closely, to her heart, like giving...

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    HAPPINESS, LIKE WATER

    Happiness, like water, fills this cup. It is a fragile cup, this one. It is made from glass, and reflects the light. Mostly the ...

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    GIRL BOSS

    The women in my family are bosses. It is ingrained in them, and so they marry men that accept that truth. It is a truth that eve...

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    COULD NOT

    Nobody knows what is wrong with me. They debate and murmur and speculate, they have false eureka moments. I cannot eat, I do not...

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    THESE STREETS

    There is a man outside. He has a stick, a bowl and a sack. The sack is made from hemp, Grandma says those are the best kind of s...

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    DREADLOCKS

    I like dreadlocks.  My mother hates them. My father is indifferent. My sister says they look like tiny spikes atop my head. I ha...

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    NGO

    "You don't know who your friends are." I remembered this line out of all the things that Aunt Amaka had said to me...

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