A patch and a hope

A patch and a hope © Folakemi Emem-Akpan   My back groans in protest as I heave myself to my feet. It’s been a grueling two hours, weeding, trimming, planting. Yet, the sorry excuse of a garden looks forlorn. Actually, it mirrors the despair in my heart, the terrifying loneliness, the pain.   “Mom, haven’t... Continue Reading →

This wish

This one wish (c) Folakemi Emem-Akpan An achingly cold night. The Harmattan wind buffets my face, stings at the frozen line of tears there. I hurry on, my slippers plat-platting on the sidewalk, my heart beating at the frantic pace it almost always does these days. Mrs. Brown next door had called thirty minutes ago,... Continue Reading →

Into God’s Kingdom

Into God’s kingdom © Folakemi Emem-Akpan   It is a decision no man should have to make.   Twenty minutes seems so trivial in the detritus of daily life. It is all that is required to take a bath, finish a meal, make a phone call.   It was also all that was needed to... Continue Reading →

Bare

Bare © Folakemi Emem-Akpan   It took all of three hours for my home to turn from full to empty. Three hours, a drunken truck driver and a faulty traffic light.   They called me at work, buried in the midst of the ancient tomes I was quite proficient at translating. I can’t remember going... Continue Reading →

Losing myself

Losing myself © Folakemi Emem-Akpan As I do every morning, I leave the little boy behind in bed. He is a persistent little bugger, the little dude is, and would come in to me every night, climb into bed beside me, wrap around me those long-forgotten dreams, aspirations, and hopes. He would talk to me... Continue Reading →

Early

Early © Folakemi Emem-Akpan   Four weeks doesn’t seem like much. For heaven’s sake, it is only but a full moon. You can’t build a house in four weeks. You cannot sow and reap in four weeks. You don’t grow much in the space of four weeks.   But your life can take a dip... Continue Reading →

Not anymore

Not anymore © Folakemi Emem-Akpan   I stepped into the cool foyer, relieved to be home after a very long day of negotiations and tantrums. I could hear the faint whisper of a TV set, the dull roar of a toilet flushing, and Melinda’s snores.   These were the sounds of home, the sounds that... Continue Reading →

Healing

Healing (c) Folakemi Emem-Akpan Smells and sounds. The cloying odour of disinfectant just applied. The mewling sound that starts from the throat of one canine until it is repeated, echoed, chanted from every dog in the enclosure, until the sound is a boomerang in my ears. “They know we’ve got visitors. That’s how they behave... Continue Reading →

Release

© Folakemi Emem-Akpan It is a letter no one would ever read. Not your wife. Not your son. And especially not your daughter.   There are tears in your eyes that you do not know how to shed and the tear in your heart will take all of eternity to mend.   In your study,... Continue Reading →

Journeying through the valley – My hyperemesis story

  Journeying through the valley – My hyperemesis story   © October 2018 Folakemi Emem-Akpan I am a survivor; been through hell and back, proud of my war scars, but not quite willing to do it all over again. It began early February; that slightly bitter taste in your mouth, those slightly swollen breasts, and... Continue Reading →

Glass Panes

  Glass panes (c) Folakemi Emem-Akpan At first, she seemed to be all glass panes and sharp edges. She was caustic, sarcastic, and yet seemed brittle all at once, like if you came too close or pressed too hard, she would fall apart, disintegrate, get blown into the four corners of the earth. She was... Continue Reading →

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