Into The Wild 4

DAY TWO. 5 A.M. They walked on in silence, not speaking to one another. They had been descending the mountain for what seemed like days but they did not seem to be getting any closer to the base. The only reason they kept going was that they could feel it, they could sense that they […]

Into The Wild 3

He did not die. The small boy, he did not die. David kept on descending, keeping his eyes on the boy as he rolled down. As he went down the mountain, he realized that the boy was going slower than he expected. Chisom was wrong; he had more than thirty seconds to save the small […]

Into The Wild 1

DAY 1. The phone rang twice but Bukunmi did not pick it. Instead, she remained seated in front of her mirror applying her makeup. It was 5pm in the evening and it was a rather unusual time to be applying makeup as the sun had already gone down and darkness was about to fall on […]

A Brief History of Mr. George – {8} Final Episode.

It is morning. I am walking down the corridor with Jerry and Stephen. Stephen is holding my right hand. He has been holding me like this for days. The walls are white: white and eerie. Scary, even. It is as though there are black demons behind these walls and as we approach our destination, they will compress the walls and choke life out of us. Stephen catches my eyes and I manage a weak smile: I have forgotten what it means to be happy

A Brief History of Mr. George {6}

  “And when the day comes When we can’t walk no more We’ll have two seats on my front porch I’ll still call you young girl So young girl, rock with me” -Jon Bellion, Rocking Chairs. For the next five days, George watched the clock.. He could not wait for Friday to come. He lived from Sunday […]

A Brief History Of Mr. George {4}

It is Sunday afternoon in LAUTECH. We have been on strike for almost two years now and some of us have forgotten our matric number. Now, we are gathered outside our cathedral -like senate building with stones in our hands. Somewhere in the front, our leader is saying some motivating words. He drags on for […]

A Brief History of Mr. George. {2}

My name is Folarin George. I am a Part 3 student of the department of History, Obafemi Awolowo University. I am a Christian. And I will be eighteen years old in two months time. NEW FRIENDS. The HOD started with introduction: introducing us to the class. He walked around the large room and removed his […]

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