Saturday feature
A Quest for Sobriety – 4
Alice cooks Olo’s dinner naked save for her batik wrapper draped over her breasts. She boils the meat in a broth spiced with fresh peppers so that the tenderized meat will taste slightly hot. Thoroughly washed and shredded vegetables spend about a minute in boiling water. She cleans the ponmo with the blunt edge of…
A Quest for Sobriety – 3
This is how they met: a plump lady is walking out of the STI Clinic with a cellophane bag as a dapper doctor in an over-sized white coat is walking in. They meet at the door. At the same instant, they stop for each other. Then they move towards the door together. Then they both…
“A Quest for Sobriety” by Dami Ajayi
The quest for Olo’s sobriety begins one Friday night while his wife sits in a creaking armchair in their living room, staring intermittently at the ticking wall clock, waiting impatiently for him to return home to his dog-nose cold dinner. Amope or Alice, as she likes to be called, is dressed in house clothes, a…
CHRONICLES OF A DISJOINTED BOY: SOLITUDE
The last time I wrote a story listening to Enya’s Flora Secret, I cut my left index finger and allowed the gushing blood tell a story of how I was once told to always keep my mouth shout even if pain was ripping me through. I didn’t understand the idea behind leaving myself in a…
CHRONICLES OF A DISJOINTED BOY: FOR THOSE SOULS THAT WON’T BE STONES
I started naming the cities in my body when I was ten. Some I named grief, sorrow, agony, and mental disorder. Others I named brokenness, injustice, and infirmity. There was nothing named joy or happiness where I grew up though, so, I didn’t bother to ask why, and neither did I bother to name any…