Kaycee clutched the hands that had interwoven themselves with hers. The bus queue was long, typical of the first Friday of the month in Lagos. Buses were usually hired to convey church attendants to the Redemption Camp at the outskirts of Lagos and that left most commuters a little stranded, scrambling for the few buses that came by. None did today and for once, this didn’t bother her. The brisk after rain wind blew across her face sending cold shivers down her spine. She knew it was more than the cold that made her shiver. It had everything to do with Lanny who had said nothing for the past thirty minutes. Not after she told him the news. Read more
Night Files: Gone Girl
She’s a ghost
Walking through the empty walls
People she used to know
Seem like aliens to her Read more
Night Files: On the Bus
Lost; staring at her as she slept so calmly, leaning on the dirty bus window. She must have been pretty exhausted as she slept immediately she got into the bus. She looked so peaceful, sleeping away all her sadness. She heaved a sigh in her sleep as though she had heard his thoughts. She tried to adjust in the uncomfortable bus seat while holding her arms around her shoulders, obviously cold from the heavy downpour a couple of minutes back. Read more
Night Files- Mirror Mirror
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the fairest of them all
None shall before me stand tall
All proud and self loving will fall
Mirror mirror on the wall
Surely I am the fairest of them all
Strong, handsome and tall
With me none can brawl
Oh foolish mortal how vain
You are of all most mundane
Ashamed you should certainly be
Of what behind the curtain you see
Peel back I say the veneer
At you even the dead sneer
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who then is the fairest of them all
Verily I say none at all
For same Icarus suffered a great fall
Musings of a not so perfect poet
(sage)
Night Files 3
It was the day before yesterday. I remember clearly because I wore the shirt I disliked. I remember strutting down the hall with my hands in my pocket, feigning confidence which was already lost in that shirt. I saw him; albeit for a split second. But there’s no mistaking it was him. His brief statue darted down the stairs and I was caught in my tracks. I exhaled the air I wasn’t aware I was holding. Something about him sent creep waves my way. Not only mine as I turned to see a woman and her son retreating from his way. Read more
Night Files 2
‘One day at a time’, Laila said to herself as she turned off the alarm she had snoozed three times already. She felt the weight of the world on her shoulders as she sat up on the disheveled bed. She couldn’t remember sleeping. There had been a lot of crying and drinking to drown her fears and she fell asleep somewhere in the middle. The pain still gnawed at her heart while she silently whispered ‘Help me God’ Read more
Night Files
The thunder roared and her metal windows gave a loud clanging sound which caused her to curl up closer to the wall. It was her first night away from home and the storms were raging. Nevertheless, the storms in her heart raged fiercer than the northern wind elements. Read more
Dainty M. 