Chinenye Chinweokwu
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The Absent Guest
Have you ever been among people celebrating you and wished you were anywhere but there? Sounds sad right? That’s exactly how I feel right now. My annoyingly large family is gathered in my father’s cramped living room to celebrate my recent graduation from university. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family. Well, I love them most of the time, and were the circumstances different, I would be having the time of my life gossiping with my cousins and making fun of my old aunty Edith who also has a ridiculous story to match every situation. But today is not normal. Starting with the horrible heat that can easily frustrate a person to madness. I can feel my makeup melting and smudging from all the sweat. The dress my mum practically wrestled me into this morning is so itchy, I think the tailor used the most uncomfortable fabric she could find just to spite me. I wouldn’t be surprised if that were the case, considering she once heard me say that she would be better suited as a carpenter than a tailor. In my defense though I was talking to my younger sister and I had no idea that the tailor was standing behind me.
By Chinenye Chinweokwuabout a year ago in Fiction
A Day Gone Wrong
It was a cold dark evening and Efe couldn’t wait to get home after a very hectic day at work. It had rained all day, making his already tedious job as a roadside 'vulcanizer' apprentice more frustrating. His boss was away that day and he’d had to share a very small shade with an old man who hawked organic medicine. It wouldn’t have been so bad if the man didn’t have an overly loud megaphone that he screamed into every five minutes. “Buy your herbal drug hia! E dey cure stomach ache, hair loss, bareness, cancer, and even high blood pressure. No be all those chemical wey oyibo them dey give us. Nothing wey this one no dey cure!” Efe was not a medical doctor but he was pretty sure that you couldn’t possibly treat all those with just one drug. He had never realized just how loud megaphones were until he was caught in the rain for what seemed like endless hours, standing right next to one. As if that was not enough of a nuisance, the old man reeked of some foul-smelling substance that Efe couldn’t quite put a name to. “I for just sit down for house today”, he thought.
By Chinenye Chinweokwuabout a year ago in Humor
