The Company

Originally posted on omenana:
By Sanya Noel Welcome. I will be the one taking you around. Don’t stretch out your hand to shake anybody’s again. If you shake hands, or attempt to, it will be noted in your file. My name is Joel. You are to call me “Sir,” like you will call all male…

The Deep Blue Sea

This is a micro-fiction. THEME: Salvation. WORD COUNT: Less than 300. Doctor Hymar looked first at his patient, then his surgical mates and back to her. She was 18, light skinned with a rumpled nose that belittled her beauty, an undergraduate of UNILAG, and pregnant. After a day of labour, her cervical canal was too […]

Dreams: Lost and Found

“Say it again!” I demand in a cracking fit of laughter. As if searching for what was wrong in his statement, Aiki mouthed it again, slowly dropping the words with the scrutinizing carefulness of a health inspector at work. “Aeronautical-engineering.” Another bawl of laughter flies across the lawn as I nearly choke myself with loud […]

A Day in Lagos

​ Chika Ebuka sat quietly at his table while his eyes roamed all over the spacious canteen that had just served him lunch. To compare this miserable shack with any of the snazzy restaurants in uptown Manhattan would be the height of blasphemy, Chika thought. From the reception downright to the service, everything was poor […]

The Electripathic: Part Four

But this was no space: it
was an existing reality
created by humans that
only she could see, Dr
Connor had told her a few
months ago. She was immersed in the internet,
and all winking lights were
the data points of
innumerable connected
computer devices.