QUAKE

© Folakemi Emem-Akpan The day the sun refused to shine began like all other days, seemingly just one more uneventful one in a roll call of them. But things would change soon enough. In the tub, soap suds up to my chin, luxuriating in the swathe of time that was mine and mine only before... Continue Reading →

Of losses and opportunities

Of losses and opportunities (c) July 2020 Folakemi Emem-Akpan He lost him to the land of opportunities. It is a thirty year long pain that still hurts, that still throbs and sears whenever he allows himself the luxury of remembering.   He had been four, that tremulous age when one is too young to remember... Continue Reading →

Still searching

  Still searching © Folakemi Emem-Akpan The first man stole my money and dignity and left me with an unwanted baby. The second drove all my friends away and turned me into a recluse. The third…well, the third man put my daughter in the family way and made me an untimely grandmother. I have stopped... Continue Reading →

Ablaze

Ablaze © Folakemi Emem-Akpan You knew you were going to die that day, and you were okay with it. In fact, you revelled in that knowledge. Your heart soared within its cage, your eyes were alight with a new kind of fire, and there was delight colliding with joy in your heart. It will all... 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 →

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 →

The interview

© Folakemi Emem-Akpan The collar of your shirt is well worn, as is that of your only suit. And the elbows and arms of the suit are also frayed. But no one knows, no one will know, except they are up close and personal with you. But you know, from a thousand or so experiences,... Continue Reading →

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