Marissa’s Hell… (contd’)


ImageAs omowunmi moved on yet another queue for the students who finished from Nigerian universities, she recalled her experience at the gate. “Kai, awon soldier yi buru ooh”.. She mused to herself. She had met an old coursemate of hers on the queue. “Bolanle, please keep this space for me, i need to go and get something to eat, i can not come and die”; she said to her friend. “I have heard, sha dont take long”, bolanle called after her. Her feet were killing her. ‘Why did i wear these darned shoes sef‘ she thought to herself. She had no idea these soldiers were really serious when they said she’d have to carry her bags on her head and run. Running in heels was really not her thing, she preferred to walk gracefully. She smarted from the pain she felt whenever she took a step. “Arghh.. to hell with it”, she thought, Continue reading


… Marissa’s Hell… (I)


marissaIt was a pretty good day to embark on a road trip, even though she had been dreading the coming of this day, marissa could not but admit that it was indeed a good day to be out. She glanced at the rear view mirror to peer into usman’s face. “I wonder if he loves his job”, she thought out loud. After almost a month trying to convince her dad that she had no interest in coming back to Nigeria, it seemed so surreal now that she was actually going to do his bidding after all. If he were not her dad she would have cussed him out. Are we there yet? she asked Usman who was slowly easing the car toward the bend that held the sign… Oh the sign… Yes, she saw it, another dreadful reminder that she had not been able to outwit her dad this time. Yes madam, we are almost there… Usman’s voice rudely interrupting her reverie. Continue reading