Tag: short story

ARITESIOMA – Part 3

Rita’s Mother “What do you mean you don’t know the address?” I scream into the phone. “Honey calm down, I know the place is in Surule…” my husband replies. “Is Surulere an address? I don’t even know why we let her go in the first place!” “Dear I need to put my phone off, the plane is about to take…

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ARITESIOMA – Part Two

PART TWO Aritesioma I am a child. My name is Aritesioma, but I prefer to be called Arit. Not that anyone has ever asked me. But even if someone did, I would not be able to tell them. It because of the kind of child I am. You see, there are two kinds of the children: number one, the ones…

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ARITESIOMA – Part One

Eyimofe “Take this, it will take care of everything.” I looked at the pill Gbenga had put in my hands. How could something so small take care of something so big? And what exactly did “everything” mean? Did it include the hurt and pain of betraying my parents, the memory of giving my virginity to someone who could not care…

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