This page is dedicated to the story series. Here, you will see all kinds of stories, real and fictitious.
We are starting with a guest author, Ifeyinwa Beatrice. She is a talented author who will thrill you with series.
You will be reading “Odilim nke mbu“. It is a series that portrays the real environment with great painting skills.
ODILI NKE MBU M (ODILI, MY FIRST)
‘Ukwu m oo..! Okpa m oo…!!’
Ikenna and I listened intently to ascertain the direction of the painful screams. It was difficult to make out the human form as it was still early. The croaking call from the rooster was a clear sign that it was still dawn.
Three figures approached our compound. It was so still early to entertain visitors I thought aloud. I squinted my eyes as they approached and saw Udoka being carried by the other two persons. My heart skipped a bit.
Ikenna and I rushed immediately to them on recognizing Udoka’s painful cries. My two older brothers, Chikelu and Ozioma who went to the stream with Udoka followed suit with empty buckets; despair written over their faces. Ikenna and I bothered not to take into cognizance the faces that carried Udoka as he writhed in pain.
‘Udo, o gini?’, we both asked simultaneously. Kneeling beside him as the young lads put him down carefully, fanning him with their head pads-aju.
Papa outran Mama as they both rushed out of the house. The wrapper Papa tied on his waist shifted as Mama followed with the ‘mpana aka’. Thankfully, the sun had not risen to expose Papa’s bare thigh. Papa stopped, adjusted his wrapper, and blew out some chaff from his chewing stick….