Note: Here's another pidgin flash fiction story I found from 2017. Adwoa dey pressure me make we born. Everyday I dey hear "I want to be a mother!" for house. I no make set, I dey tell am. "Everyday you no make set!" Always she dey shout put my top. Everyday this woman want dey … Continue reading Making Set
Don’t do it, don’t do it. I willed myself, trying to stay strong. But my body never obeys me in times like this. My eyes welled up with tears, and they started to make their slow descent down my face. Kweku looked at me, slightly confused. “Ah, are you crying?” he asked, his eyes widening with … Continue reading Painful Lessons
"Perspective. That's my curse. I fit too easily into people's shoes. When someone does something to me that I should feel hurt and betrayed by, I don't. Because I understand. I understand why the person did that. I understand that if I was the person I'd probably do the same thing to me. I get … Continue reading Perspective
There was a knock on my office door, and a smallish head poked into the room before I could even answer. I looked up from the pile of papers that cluttered my desk. The head stared at me, expecting me to say something. "Enter," I beckoned. Slowly the head retracted, and the door was pushed … Continue reading Solomon Forson, Bellboy.
It's funny the things you think of when you see someone you love very much die in front of you. Right now, I'm thinking of shooting Henry with the gun in my hand. It's a water gun, but I want to shoot him with it anyway. I watch him kneel over her body, screaming incoherent … Continue reading For Vivian