AN INVITATION TO THE MARKET OF THE DEAD🥀💀__#55
I have never believed in ghosts until the night I followed the masquerade. In my village in Nnewi, they tell children not to go out on the night of October 31st. Not because of…
I have never believed in ghosts until the night I followed the masquerade. In my village in Nnewi, they tell children not to go out on the night of October 31st. Not because of…
Nobody has lived in the white house at the end of Unity Street for eleven windows are always open, but no wind moves the curtains. When Zara returned to Awka after five years…
The first time I heard my dead father calling my name, I did exactly what any sensible man would do... I covered my head with a blanket and pretended I was still a child... My…
Everyone in my village thought I had made it. When I got a job in Lagos, my mother killed chicken. My father prayed for me in our compound in Nnewi, "My son will work in big…
I had too much to drink and knew all I needed was a good sleep. As I went to bed the next thing I saw was a shadow moving. Immediately my mind knew it was the drinks speaking so…
Amara thought it was a dream. The cold was the first thing she felt. Not the normal cold of harmattan, but a deep, old cold that entered her bones. Her eyes opened and she was…
There are some places that look completely normal during the day but become something else entirely at night, a house can look beautiful in the afternoon, with flowers around the…
“Please, uncle Matthew, don't switch off the light.” I hear those words from my little niece, Gabriel, just as I was about going out of the room he was staying in. He was…
"Sir, it was your younger brother who collected it. He said you told her to come for it." The young lady who was behind the wooden counter held up the small white envelope, and…
I have never believed in nightmare until that night in my village. My name is Chisom. I live in Awka, but I went to my village in Orsumenyi for my grandma's burial. The burial…
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