WILFRED CROSSFIRED II

Apologies my friends, I had intended to post the conclusion sooner than now, but I was distracted by some pleasant and less pleasant activities. Here is the final part. I hope U enjoy it. Pls put reactions, criticisms and marriage proposals at the comments section or follow me on twitter. @jonnizap WILFRED CROSSFIRED II Just

CROSSFIRED WILFRED I

The yawn stuck in his throat and Wilfred Ejezie froze like he had just made eye contact with Medusa. Moments earlier, he had been sleeping peacefully only to be rudely awakened, the noise and footsteps that pulled him from slumber came from within the compound he shared with other tenants. It was not the regular

KENNY’S CONUNDRUM II

Kenneth heard through the grapevine, that trouble started when some kids got into a scuffle over souvenirs. One of the adults had gone to separate the fight. One of the kids had insisted on carrying on with the fight. The ‘guardian’ had knocked the belligerent kid on the head (a bit too hard).’Mickey Mouse’ pushed

KENNY’S CONUNDRUM I

“Target in sight, roll in!” A voice whispered harshly in the dark. Soon a motor boat appeared on the river bank. Three men jumped into the knee length water and waded to dry ground. They dragged a rope and a ‘tiger’ generator with them. With the boat secured, one of them activated the ‘tiger’ generator.

CHIMA’S MEDICINE III

What the police and hotel security saw when they entered the hotel room was a naked girl covered in cuts and bruises and blood. “He raped me, he raped me! Please tell him to leave me alone”. Vivian kept mumbling. Chima was arrested and detained at Area F Police Command Ikeja, Vivian was taken to

CHIMA’S MEDICINE II

The night of the toad turned out to be a night of sweet dreams. In the dream, Chima Okafor was the owner of a conglomerate with various interests, in short he was very rich. If he had known what was in store for him the next day, he probably would have kept vigil and prayed

SMOKED FISH (pt.3)

Like a thief in the night, they came in three vehicles and hit the culvert at the beginning of Raffia Street. Dust, sand and pebbles flew in all directions as people froze in shock, petrified at this after dinner-time invasion. Two black Pick-Up trucks were closely tailed by the mobile prison known far and wide

SMOKED FISH (pt.2)

SMOKED FISH (pt.2).

SMOKED FISH (pt.2)

I apologise for taking too long to post, I’ve not been feeling too well the last couple of days. SMOKED FISH (pt.2) “Is it fresh?” The woman asked disdainfully as she took in Arit’s tired look. “noooo! Its rotten!” Arit John wanted to say but “yes Ma” was the natural response as she set the

SMOKED FISH!

MTN deprived me of the joys of twitter over the weekend, then PHCN joined them. So I went analog (good old pen and paper), this is the result. Oh I later had to type and post it with my phone (imagine that). Please be kind, whatever! Enjoy. SMOKED FISH (pt.1) Arit John had been trekking