Chreez

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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) #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…

Go Getter (Go-Get Her) #13

  It was at exactly fifteen minutes after Miss Sharon had left, and seven minutes after Ochuko had completed his perfunctory check on his daughter, that Doc Al got one of his hunches. It was a strong one, unlike any other he had ever had. And as always, he obeyed his hunch. He went to check out on Lucy. At first there was every urge to hasten up, to in fact disappear from his secluded dark upstairs office and appear in the white light-washed ward where Lucy was. He sensed danger so much that he could even touch it. None of his hunches had ever been wrong and although dimly he thought this one would break the rule, he knew it was only wishful thinking. There was danger.   He had completed the the first flight of stairs and was to take the final flight, in the same two mighty…

Go Getter (Go-Get-Her) #12 – Chreez

Previous Episodes *     *     * The memory of his late wife’s last moment on Earth filled him as he sat on the white sheet of the hospital bed. She lying almost lifeless with a tube covering her nose, and him squeezing her hand tight begging that she don’t leave him; promising to always let her have her way and to love her more than ever. It was strange how sure he had felt she was asleep even after the doctor had announced to him that she had left the place and was now with God. That strong feeling of loss was beginning to fill him up once again. He might just be getting ready to witness a replay of that terrible day. Ochuko took Sandy’s left hand is both of his and this time, he did not make promises, he prayed.   “You’re hurting me.”   Ochuko’s eyes flew open,…

Go Getter (Go-Get-Her) #11

Previous Episodes Doc Al stood watching one of his patient’s father try to act the doctor on another of his patient. The patient’s father, Ochuko was trying to feel for a pulse on Sandy who had just blanked out again. He stood there beside him and watched with mounting dislike. Moments ago, he had decided to tolerate the man, he had in fact gotten into real friendly terms with him but now, that was changing and very fast.   “She’d be okay Mister.” He said and tapped Ochuko lightly on the shoulder.   “What just happened to her doc, how did she go out like that?”   “It’s not something bad, it is normal, very well expected. All she needs right now is some real good rest. So if you don’t mind.”   “But I can hardly feel a pulse.” Ochuko said in bewilderment. He turned to face Doc Al.…

Go Getter (Go-Get-Her) #10

*     *     * You think I’d leave your side baby   You know me better than that   You think i’d leave you down when   You down on your knees   I wouldn’t do that   I’ll do you your right   When you’re wrong   Ah oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh   If only you could see into me   Oh when you’re cold   I’ll be there to hold you tight   It went on and on, each line a poisonous arrow, killing her slowly. She hated how she wept but she couldn’t bring herself to press stop on the CD player, she loved the way it tormented her. She needed to weep for her loss, for her faults, for everything. The walls of her life which used to hold strong in hope were broken and tumbling down in a messy mass like Humpty…

Go Getter (Go-Get-Her) #9

Good day people. Please I want to sincerely apologise for the long breaks between episodes. It has not been intentional at all. When I think I’m finally as free as a bird, I realize a tiny rope holding me down to the rod I’m tied to. These are contingencies I failed to plan for. I just wish you still catch along with the story. Enjoy this episode though…   *     *     * Just beneath the mango tree that stood in front of the fence that shielded her house were two children arguing heatedly and loudly that she could make out some of the words they spoke from where she was, which was probably a yard away. The heat of the morning sun caused her to squint her eyes and added some urgency to her movement. She didn’t bother about her gait the way she would on an ordinary day. One…

Go Getter (Go-Get-Her) #8

*     *     * Mrs Osifo, Sandy’s neighbour who had provided the car which conveyed Sandy to the hospital sat slumped on a couch in the waiting room, deep in thought. She muttered words of prayers that were only made audible in her heart, she wished they would ameliorate the fear that clouded her mind. The forlorn expression still remained on her face and her eyes were puffed up and bloodshot from lack of sleep and occasional tears. She thought back to that sunny afternoon, ten years ago when she   had entered into the sitting room to meet her only daughter in a bloody pool, the old fashioned air conditioner- which was the costliest thing in the house then- was on and it hummed noisily as it cooled the atmosphere, chilling her daughter’s blood. She had ran out of the door in pure fright and screamed the loudest she could but…

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