The Rita Side

Bang bang bang... Anna turned grudgingly and threw a pillow over her head. Bang bang bang... "Anna is not home," she called out in a fake voice. "Go away." "Anna, I know you are in there. Please let me in," the voice called. It was Tori, Anna's bestfriend. Anna kicked into the air in frustration and dragged herself off the bed. How can you knock on your someone's door by 3am? Once she met her friend at the door, she knew she could not return to sleep. Tori's eyes were puffy and her hair was a huge mess. She looked like one who had seen a ghost. Anna led her to the kitchen without saying a word and pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge. Tori stared at it for a little while before uncapping the bottle and taking a big gulp. Anna noticed that her hand was shaky and new tears had formed in her eyes. "Start talking," Anna commanded. "Someone entered my bedroom through my window," she finally said. One loo...

Dina twisted her full hair and watched as a few drops of water dripped down her hand and to the floor. It had finally stopped pouring. Unfortunately, the drizzling had refused to end. She looked down at her white shirt and grey jeans. Her shirt had become transparent and she could clearly see the pink lacy bra which she had put on after her afternoon shower. She had dressed carefully before leaving her house. Her shirt had been crisply ironed and her jeans hugged her trim thighs like a second skin. Her black heeled sandals had compensated for the height that she greatly lacked.  Her two brothers were both nearly six feet, but she had been sentenced to the 5'4 category for life. She hated it, but she had bigger problems at the moment. Her shirt was ruined and the contents of her bag lay on the wet floor as she scrambled through it for Jack's spare keys. Her keys actually.  Jack had asked her to move in with him last week and she had said yes. Still, she could not get herself to...

When he announced in class that he would  dedicate his goals to me, I rolled my eyes. I had already told all my friends that he had no chance and I could never have feelings for him. I had even sworn not to be there for the silly match. Still, after long minutes of deliberation,  I found myself strolling to the small overcrowded football pitch, praying earnestly that he would not see me. He was an amazing ball player, but I could  never admit that; at least not to him. When I arrived he had been fouled and he was going to take the penalty. I had watched his opponent knock him to the ground. His lanky body had fallen into a pile like a stack of bones. I had stared in shock as he picked himself up and dusted his back, taking a stance like nothing had happened.  He swaggered towards the ball when it was time to take the shot and he glanced at it before taking a quick look towards me. I gasped and quickly hid behind the plus size girl in my class who was s...

(The short story spirit is my new love.) " Bia buru nni gi ", my mother called. Come and take your food. I turned to my little sister who was already devouring her meal. I could not blame her. We had not eaten a decent meal since father died . Even when he was alive, we toiled; living off his little shop at the corner of the lonely street and the salary that never came. Mother would stay in the shop all day until father returned from Aba Boys Primary School where he taught. The day he had died had started out as a joyful one. October's salary had finally come. Nobody cared that the government still owed six months. We were only joyful that they had remembered him. The cruel country had managed to make us see his right as a privilege. Excitedly, he had gone to the bank, but my old man never made it back. A truck had crushed him on his way home. He was robbed at this scene too, probably by someone whose case was worse than ours. I refused to cry at the funeral. I wa...

(Hello! I just decided to try something new. Hope you like it. I humbly apologise for not posting in a while. School has a way of consuming your entire being. Enjoy.) "How do I look?" Uloma asked. "Turn around." She obeyed. "You look beautiful, mom", Ugo told her quietly. She nodded in appreciation. It was a beautiful day afterall; the day she would meet all her lovely children. She had managed to convince them to attend her 60th birthday dinner today and she was surprised that they had agreed. After their father had died, the children had gone through a catastrophic metamorphosis that she was totally oblivious of. She needed to know why her family was in shambles now more than ever. She needed to fix it. She would lock them all up and threaten to end her life if they were not cooperative. After dark, they trickled into the house  and sat at the dining table, each avoiding the other. None had a gift. None even brought wine. Uloma stared at all fo...