“I was able to contact the Sudanese Government using some of my black channels in Juba. What was it all about? I wondered. What was life, its meaning, its reason;…
By Anthony Othuke Ohminiabors The world doesn’t shed a tear for your pains, it doesn’t pulsate and celebrate when you gain; neither does it stop, when you think your very existence…
by Anthony Othuke Ohminiabors Continued from last week.......... I succumbed slowly to the effects of the drug. At first I experienced a heady feeling of euphoria. I suddenly felt a…
by Anthony Othuke Ominiabors The little girl lying naked on the thin blood-soaked mattress on the floor could not be more than fourteen. She was curled in a fetal crouch, drawing…
by Anthony Othuke Ominiabors Continued from last week...... An hour and thirty minutes later found us in Ronke’s sparsely furnished apartment in Maryland. I locked the door behind us and…
I came at last to the master’s bedroom, a huge affair with a magnificent bed and a dazzling chandelier. The finely crafted portrait on the wall told me where I…
Continuing from last week’s story found HERE....... A shot rang out in the corridor at the exact same time the bullet hit my chest, knocking me into the wall. The…
by Anthony Othuke Ominiabohs I stood before the firing squad. Death raced towards me in the form of a bullet, arched in a projectile I could not distort. For I had…
Anthony Othuke OminiabohsThis is the first instalment for The Weth Chronicles, which is authored by Anthony Othuke Ominiabohs. This story is (strangely) titled "The Four Eyed Monk". … anyone crazy…