Juo Nwafor-Orizu
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I find myself drifting into words, I can't help it and I don't mind it. It's almost as if reality is the invader and my imagination a pure bliss of theraputic nostalgia. I hope your experience reading them are enjoyable.
Stories (5)
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I want to be alive
When the fire had gotten into the kitchen, Wukeh had little to no time to save the one good thing he had left in the world. He fought the flames and gave rage to the hot wind, but his efforts were to no avail. Those little rascals had set off some fireworks on the roof of the orphanage home, accidentally setting the building on fire. A result of playing a bad joke.
By Juo Nwafor-Orizu4 years ago in Fiction
Finding my Light
It was a new school term and I dreaded going back to boarding school that day. I must have taken a thousand deep breaths, paced back and forth around the house, sweating profusely on my palms almost as if I had reached out to the heavens for a pour of rain. I hated boarding school just as much as every student who had to endure the uneventful assemblies, strict rules, and limited choice of food and clothes. I felt a rumble in my stomach, which may have easily been caused by the overwhelming quantity of food I had shoved into my mouth. One would have asumed it was my last meal before the electric chair.
By Juo Nwafor-Orizu4 years ago in Families
