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 (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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The Sinemile ordeal.

I hear voices that resonate in my ears, but my mind is too lazy to process them. Stolen things, I hear, are sweet, and these few moments of short stolen naps are sufficient proof. While others chatter about everything and nothing in particular, all I seem to do is snooze and drool. It’s the best […]

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