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My name is Ahanonu Christian, i hail from Mbaise in Imo state, reside in Lagos but presently in Enugu state for my university programme. I'm a lover of literature and an admirer of words. I'd like to think of myself as an introvert though i'm a very interesting person. Where there is all the natural magic of nature, arts and music, there you would find me.

Go Getter (Go-Get-Her) #22

Read all episodes of Go Getter He didn’t realise it was his house until his buttocks sank into the brown cushion directly facing the TV. It was the particular spot he sat everyday after work either to watch TV, write notes, read newspapers, or have his meal (usually with a bottle or two of beer). The depression in the chair was born out of age and frequent use. Around him, sitting in the cushions on both flanks, were men he could recognise but couldn’t place where they had met. They were staring at him like he had just pooped in his shorts and it was stinking badly. “Hope you guys know you’re in my house and sitting in my chairs?” Cas asked. “Yes we do.” One of the men on the cushion flanking his on the left said. “I brought you here myself.” “It doesn’t matter.” Cas said and stretched…

Go Getter (Go-Get-Her) #21

Read previous episodes The journey to Ochuko’s late wife mother’s house took longer than Wunmi had expected. She had suggested to Miss Sharon more than once to enter a keke to hasten the movement but it seemed she was determined to have the exercise. More annoying was that she seemed to want to check out every uncompleted building in the vicinity; she appeared to grow intrigued by their progress. She told Wunmi that the last time she came this way, most of the buildings were still on their foundations. One of such buildings, which she particularly took a longer time inspecting, was very big and had been very recently roofed. Wunmi followed Miss Sharon into that building after so much persuasion – or rather, pressure. The windows were nailed shut with wooden boards, giving the place a certain haunted quality. Once, she almost  got her toes shaved clean by…

Go Getter (Go-Get-Her) #20

Read Previous Episodes of Go Getter Evening had come in Ochuko’s residence. Golden refractions of the retreating sun on the glass window washed the room Ochuko and Sandy were in. They were deep into their game of chess. After Miss Sharon had left with the berries, they had both invaded the fridge in the kitchen. It gave off a loaf of slice bread, a bottle of strawberry jam and a bottle of red wine. ‘The great feast of bread and wine,’ Ochuko had ranted as he transported their spoil back to the room. Sandy had declared her anticipations of the lunch then, it was her first time to have the bread and wine combination. It came off well and surprisingly, she ate a greater portion of the meal. The game of chess had followed after that and this was their third round. Ochuko moved his last knight across the board,…

Go Getter (Go-Get-Her) #19

Read Previous episodes of Go Getter When Bobo arrived at the house he’d shared with his friend Benji for a very long time, the door was fastened with a big padlock. He didn’t try to get his bunch of keys from his pocket because the padlock was a different one. He resigned to the bench, fuming. This thing had to be made clear to him. He just couldn’t understand his friend’s sudden change of attitude. Say, he agreed that he messed up big time by misbehaving at work, and so? With a friend you started with from the root, there was nothing like probation. The other presumption that his friend had picked up a very wrong lady appealed more to him, hell, it was the answer to all of these. If his friend thought he’d found a wife, in other words, a good thing, he was wrong because Bobo would…

Go-Getter (Go-Get-Her) #18

It’s day two (Saturday) in the story Go Getter (Go-Get-Her) and here is a recap of the events so far: Ochuko encountered Wunmi (the troublesome lady who strived to win his attention) and Sandy (the sad Lady whose life suddenly seemed to be falling apart) on his way back home from work on Friday evening. He’d just helped his company acquire a firm but his joy was incomplete because he had no wife to celebrate with. All he had left was Lucy, his only daughter. Wunmi lost in her attempt to win Ochuko’s attention, Sandy had, unknowingly, and had him following her. But this was after being tripped in the bus by Bobo. All Ochuko’s effort at winning her that night proved fruitless and just when he decided to go back home to rest it for the day and meet his lovely daughter, he encountered Wunmi again, only this time,…

Go Getter (Go-Get-Her) #17

Silence descended again in Sandy’s spacious sitting room. Outside, the sun had completed its journey to the top, and it hung there stranded in the wide expanse of cobalt blue sky, burning ferociously in frustration. It cast mighty ray balls onto the louvres, which in self defence, refracted the whole of it into the room. It cooked up the meagre air in circulation, and it told on the two men lying exhausted on the ground. Sweat was running down every part of their body in rivulets, washing away blood that would not clot. Their breath came out in reedy gasps like a flute stuffed with tiny stones, and their eyes were tightly shut. It took Bobo painful efforts to open his eyes, and when they finally did open, the beams of sunlight that fell into them caused him to cry out. His eyes hurt like hell. He rolled over…

Go Getter (Go-Get-Her) #16

Sharon was almost done dressing, she just needed to choose the right set of earrings and necklace to go with the armless green blouse and black jean. She drew out her jewelry box from the second drawer, very conscious of the death trap in the first. She picked up a flower shaped earring designed with some shiny green stuff that looked like some form of precious stone, and advanced with it to the standing mirror. The image she caught on he mirror made her heart sink. “I’m going out with Dave on a date tonight. Sha Sha, how does this look on me?” Blessing asked. Her sister hardly talked to her. They could spend months in silence, even as they shared the same bedroom. It bothered her a lot because Blessing was all she could call a role model but Blessing didn’t seem to be bothered that they…

Go Getter (Go-Get-Her) #15

It ended almost as quickly as it had started. Deep regret filled Bobo as he pulled his short back to his hips. He marched straight to the living room without turning back to look at the smiling lady on the sink. His food had gotten cold and though he had regained his appetite, his rolling stomach didn’t want any of it. He pushed it aside and got his complete set of clothing from the chair where it had been lying. He entered into them and carried the plate of untouched porridge back to the kitchen. The food on the plate looked terrible from so many poking and scattering; the redish-orange porridge was smeared all over the plate. He could not think of what to do with the food. He had to finally settle for the dreadful option of disposing it since putting it back into the pot would be inappropriate.…

Go Getter (Go-Get-Her) #14

The Ballerina berries were still on the drawer where she had left them, and her mother sat reclined on the sofa in the sitting room listening to the disquieting static the T.V was sputtering with dark shades on. She was feeling so at home, and not dead at all like Sharon had wished. And with a cold can of Pepsi sitting on the stool, she looked like one having  a sun bath.   Miss Sharon knew that her mother had noticed her entrance though she still failed to make any indication. She stood there resting her shoulder on the doorpost of the dining room, absorbing the hate that was filling her up. She knew what her mother wanted, knew that she knew the mission was a success, and was waiting for a report. She wished again that she had tasted the berries, one at least if not all. That would…

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