The Sinemile Ordeal (XII)

I open my eyes to a terrible headache, the SBHM ‘s fan in my face, and a wet towel on my head. Tanya is excited to see me conscious. ‘That monster hit you.’ She says, reading my mind. ‘Where is she now?’ ‘SBHM called the guards to come and carry her. She really lost control, […]

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The Sinemile Ordeal (XI)

I shove people aside with my elbows like one possessed till I’m beside her limp body. I crouch to feel her pulse. She’s not dead. Whew! Everyone looks at me puzzled. I scream at Bilikis to carry her two legs while I lift her by her arms. Two other people take a cue and join […]

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The Sinemile Ordeal (X)

After some fifteen minutes of running about in search of Charity, we sadly conclude she is avoiding us on purpose and decide to go without her. ‘That girl with her chinge eyes, God will punish her!’ Tanya says with pungent spite. ‘Let me just catch her in the hostel this afternoon, I will break her […]

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The Sinemile Ordeal (IX)

The door slowly opens after about twenty minutes of waiting, and what I see scares me out of my skin. I take two steps backwards just to regain my balance, and because my feet still badly hurt, I take one more. Then I trip, and fall flat on my face, right in front of the […]

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The Sinemile Ordeal (VIII)

Her demons have awoken yet again, with fieriness that leaves me sore. My right cheek bleeds of pain, regret and anger, alongside hot blood from fingernail scratches. Several consolatory eyes watch me as I rise in slow motion from the ground, and stagger out of the place I’ve know as my room for the past […]

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The Sinemile Ordeal (VII)

My eyes are wide open. Again, I have found no sleep. No, I’m sleepy as hell, but to succumb to sleep’s appeal might be deadly at this point as I do not know her intentions,neither do I trust them. She has put me on her bed, and is making tea for me. It’s 5:24am.  She’s […]

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The Sinemile Ordeal (VI)

After thirteen rounds of frog-jump round the cut-yard, and thirty straight minutes of ‘squatting-and-flying’, I want to just die. Yes, die. End it. Forget Kelechi. Forget Chinelo. Forget my single mother and Uncle Nonso in South Africa. And. Just. Die. My eyes are rolling back in my head, my limbs are screaming for mercy, and […]

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