Juice it with Flora

 Part Two “I need to identify her body in the hospital” Father said, he fidgeted a little bit with the car key in his hand. It almost felt like he avoided mother’s gaze. It was the following day the news of Amara’s death arrived home. I wanted to go too. Mother hadn’t said anything since yesterday. She was surprisingly calm for someone who came back home wailing in the company of mourners. I instinctively went to mother's side where she sat, on the chair closest to the door leading to the front yard. Mother grips me by the side and pulls me closer to her. I sniffed her scented sweet candy perfume, it smelled like actual candy. Amara always stole from mother’s wardrobe; from mother’s newly purchased shoes that Mrs Vincent had brought from her last visit to the UK, to mother’s perfumes. It happened that the sweet candy was Amara’s go to perfume. She would always say it beats any other kind of perfume she had ever used; even Sandra who had a knack for knowing every label of perfum...

                                                                     COLD FIRE          Chapped lips and dry skin are predominant features during harmattan seasons. I always had lip gloss I would steal from Sister Amara. It is during this season a wild fire breaks and spreads faster than wind itself. It was during this period everyone was fixated on my family. The media’s sudden increased interest in my family was attributed to Sister Amara. Father needed answers, all Mother wanted to do was to bury the issue. She was mentally exhausted and drained from all this process. Fr Matthew never stopped mentioning Sister Amara in every mass he officiated. Praying for her gentle soul to find peace and that her murderers be brought to book. The police informed us tha...

                                                                                                                                                                   DARK HOLLOW It has been so many years from the year Papa raised your skirt high above your waist whilst holding your hands above your head with his strong hands. You shiver just remembering what had happened that very day no one both you and Papa were both home alone. You remembered you wriggled and tried kicking him but his weight paralysed your te...