Monday, October 28, 2013

Short Story: Late by Uche Peter Umez

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Amaka had developed this chafing habit of ignoring Chike each time he asked her a question, as if she saw him as one who had to be tolerated. Chike often tried to stomach it, since she looked mostly frazzled, even at sunrise. His two boys were a storm, he knew. Their tantrums could wreak your mind, their teacher had complained.

Saturday, October 12, 2013

A Girl Like Me by Uche Peter Umez

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CJ has just flopped onto her side, when Ijay says, ‘You won’t marry a girl like me.’

‘What do you mean?’ he asks, surprised.

Leaning over the bed, Ijay rummages through her handbag. ‘Shit,’ she says when she can’t find any cigarettes.