Flash Fiction: Falling

“Temisan.” Mother whispered.
“Hmm?”
“Temisan wake up.”
I reluctantly opened my eyes and saw she was out of the bed, looking out through the window.
“My God.” She said.
“Mama what is it?”
She came over to my side.
“Remember son, you must be strong at all times.”
“Mama what’s going on?”
She pushed me under the bed and told me to stay quiet. I heard footsteps coming slowly towards our room and the door was flung open. Someone came in but I couldn’t see who as the light was off in Mama’s room.
“Agatha!” A raspy male voice called.
“Why are you here?” I heard her say.
“My son. I am here for him. He has been away from me for too long.”
“Never! I won’t let you take him. He won’t become irresponsible like you.”
I heard a slow chuckle coming from the stranger. He advanced towards her and grabbed her by her neck.
“Temisan run!” Mama called out.

As if pushed by some force, I sprinted from underneath the bed and found myself running towards the open front door. A gun shot sounded behind me and I hesitated.
Mama!
But run she had said. So I ran towards the main road.
“Temisan!” The street seemed to echo.
Exhausted, I crouched on a path by the side of the road. In a blink of an eye I was falling, down into the dark. Falling into the unknown. My feet landed with a splash and I became aware of the walls around me. I was in a well.
“Mama!” I screamed.

“Mama!” I muttered.
“Were you talking to me?” Ik asked.
“Not at all.”
“I thought you said something.”
I shook my head and turned my attention back to the control panel of the aircraft I was flying in front of me. The blue sky seemed a bit dull today and it was probably because of the harmattan weather. It made it easy to manipulate the aircraft though.

Then my eyes saw it. My heart skipped a beat.
“Ik!” I shouted.
My co-pilot Ikeoghene turned towards me.
“What?”
“Was this aircraft refueled yesterday?”
“I don’t know. I’m not in charge of that.”
“Oh my God! Ik this craft has hardly any fuel in it!”
The body of water underneath us was almost making me hyperventilate.
“Chimo!” He exclaimed.
“What do we do now?” I wondered, my heart starting to beat fast.
“There should be parachutes in the supply trunk.”
“So we jump out?”
“There’s no other choice. We can’t make it.” He gestured towards the red light blinking under the fuel meter.
I put the craft on autopilot, my heart racing now. Oh my God. I’m going to die.

“Temisan have it.” Ik handed me a parachute. The red light was blinking faster now and the plane was starting to swerve.
“Temisan let’s go!”
“I can’t do this. I’m hydrophobic.”
“What?”
“I can’t stand water.”
“You be officer like this?”
Ik pulled open the emergency exit open.
“We have less than 10 seconds.”
“Ik I can’t do this.”

Then came flashes of memories.
Mama.
The gunshot resounding.
Temisan run!
The walls of the well closing in.
Mama! I’m drowning.
Is anybody there?
It’s that boy from the house down the street. His father shot his mother and himself you know.
A missionary is adopting you.
I want to be in the air force.
Mama! I’m drowning.

“Temisan let’s do this. The plane is on fire!”
“I can’t. I’ll fall to my death.”
“Come on. I’ve got your back.”
“You’ll leave. Just like Mama did.”
“Oh boy I’m not going to leave you.”
He grabbed my hand and counting to three, we jumped out.
In the free fall, the wind hit my face and I could feel freedom and a faint voice like Mama’s
“Temisan face your fears.”
But I was falling.
Falling.
Falling but free.

©Dammy

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Flash Fiction || Head Quarters

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“Jerome don enter!”

“Run for your lives!”

Wigs were grabbed, underwear retrieved as each of the seven girls struggled to vanish from sight.

“Where’s Hanifa?” Light skinned Chinwe asked me when we were back safely in our rooms, panting from the race we just had up the stairs.

“Chisos!” I had totally forgotten about the 16 year old new intake. I said a quick prayer against Jerome on her behalf.

“I’ll fetch her,” I said as I hurried back outside only to catch a glimpse of her with Jerome. He was smiling at her and she was smiling back sheepishly too. Next thing his right hand was on her arm, resting there casually. I cursed silently and walked towards them.

“Jerome how na?” I hailed.

“Philo! I’m good o! You no tell me say you have new catch here na.”

“This one is not for business,” i said and beckoned to Hanifa to go indoors. She left reluctantly, batting me an annoyed look. I turned back to Jerome who was looking at her lustfully.

Oh no, I groaned in my mind.

“Why are you here?” I queried.

He threw his head back in laughter. His teeth were stained yellow with tobacco and looked like an abandoned wicket chair.

“What do you do here?”

I rolled my eyes and hissed.

“No be head quarters this place be?”

I gave no answer.

“Is that not the name of this establishment?” He added as he moved closer to me, so close I could smell his alcohol ridden breath. he reached out for my waist and I struggled for freedom.

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Flash Fiction: Lagos Palaver

Flash fiction is a fictional writeup consisting words not less than 100 words but not more than 500.

“Ojota! Ojota! Enter with change!”
I shifted the luggage in my left hand to my right. Lord knows it was heavy and I wanted to sleep. However I had to hold on. Father’s warning rang in my head.
“Lagos is a dangerous place. Don’t trust anyone.”
When the bus eventually got filled up, I settled next to a decent looking guy who was dressed in plaid shirt and jeans.
“Excuse me, I’m dropping at Ojota. Could you let me know when we get there?”
“Sure.” He mumbled.
Assured, I dropped off to sleep. When I woke up with a start shortly, my bag was nowhere to be found. Nobody claimed to have seen the bag and the guy beside me was said to have alighted a bus stop we just passed. Lagos for you!

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Flash Fiction

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Many will watch us dance

Dance without music

And oh will they be amused

For the beautiful sound cometh from within

Ajibike Oyinda

 

“Aunty you forgot your purse!” I called out to the lady leaving my mother’s stall.

She didn’t look back however, she kept on walking. I raced after her, mother’s daily reminder of honesty ringing at the back of my head.

She climbed into the back of a van down the road. I followed.

“Aunty you forgot your…”

Hands reached out and pushed me into the van. A hanky went over my mouth. I screamed, thrashing from side to side. Then I rolled over and fell off my chair. The other students burst into laughter.

 

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Flash Fiction || Oops

Flash fiction is a type of writing which consists of 2000 words or less.

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“You have my permission to sleep with my husband.” A light skinned lady who was standing behind me said.
“What?!” I blurted.
“I can see the way you’ve been staring at him.”
Actually, my eyes had been alternating between his face and pants, observing as usual. Caught in the act but she made a mistake.
“Perhaps you would like to tell that to the lady in red who has her right hand on his thigh?” I muttered.
This time her brown eyes did the roaming.
“That is Toyosi my friend!” She exclaimed.
Oops.

©Ajibike Oyindamola

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Flash Fiction || Nightmare

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‘Come with me.’
She said and held out her hand.
I took it and she dragged me with her into the water and I drowned. Woke up covered in the sweat of her who looked so much like me.

I would stay awake shivering in bed. Listening to father panting in the next room from exerting his palms on mother.
Years later, mother talked about her who she lost to father’s beating. My twin. That night, the nightmare stopped.

©Ajibike Oyindamola

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