Angels Arts and Short Stories

I call this painting "Bimbo". I met Bimbo on the day I went for registration after been admitted into one of Nigeria's Universities. Bimbo was a light skin beautiful lady with eyeballs that could command anyone's attention. Hi, she said in a voice so soft that it made me freeze. I never heard someone sound almost like an Angel. My name is Bimbo, What would you be studying? I lost my breathe and gazed like I had forgotten what I came for. I caught my breathe and stuttered, S

I call this painting "Amaka". The meeting was a success, Shola gave the team every detail of the building he had in mind. He had an exclusive taste, Amaka observed. They agreed to continue with a regular meeting once a week over the internet so he could follow-up on the progress. Shola said goodbye to the team as he needed to catch his flight back to Abuja. Now that every small detail for a great design was put in place, Amaka and Andrew assigned more Architects and Engineers

I call this painting "Amaka". On a second thought, is it even fair that a man remarries almost immediately he looses his wife and the Igbo tradition justifies him by saying "he is a man", what does that even mean? I asked. " Nnem biko ", you have tried to have kept yourself all these years with your level of beauty and class. Doesn't this tradition know that a woman becomes an easy prey to other men as soon as her husband is gone? I asked. Nnenna, if I tell you how many men a

I call this painting "Amaka". As Amaka got into her car, she call me immediately. Nnenna, we need to talk urgently. Makas, (the nick name I gave her), you are scaring me, I said. I will come as soon as I finish from work. Amaka and I were room-mates in Nnamdi Azikiwe University. She was the only daughter of her parents so she took me as a sister she never had. We were close and could tell each other the truth even when it hurts. She was a sister, a friend and sometimes acted

I call this painting "Amaka". As Amaka sat silently in her BMW, her thought went to her parent’s advice after her husband passed. “You have two boys, what are you remarrying for? asked her Mother. You need to stay and keep your late husband’s legacy. If they were girls you could remarry, but they are boys. " Nnem", you will stay and take care of your children. Who would you leave them for? asked her Father. In Igbo land, it is abominable to leave your male children and remar

I call this painting "Amaka". Weeks passed but it was difficult for Amaka to get Shola off her mind. She immersed herself into more work in the bid to forget this strange fellow but yet her thoughts still wandered away to Shola. Her phone rang and her thoughts were interrupted. It was Felix, Amaka’s oldest son. Mom, how are you? asked Felix. I’m fine Dear, answered Amaka. They usually engaged in some small talks from time to time. Felix is too protective of Amaka, he stands f

I call this painting "Amaka". Amaka could not take her eyes off Shola, a tall ruddy handsome man, as he stepped out of Pherms. He had just visited to make enquiries about developing a building project. Amaka walked quickly to the receptionist after Shola had left to enquire about Shola. There was something about Shola that caught Amaka’s attention. Who is that man? Amaka asked Martha. He has come for a building plan, Andrew will commense by providing him with a sketch before

I looked through the window of my hotel room to see if I notice any suspicious person. Pacing around the room, thinking of what to do...

I joined Lolandra and started packing. Since we were both freelancers there was no need to inform anyone we worked with. I tried to squeeze in a few more stuff into one of my bags but Lolandra was getting impatient, we need to hurry up before they get here. They? I asked. I will explain everything but we don't have time right now, we must leave, She said. Do "they" know where you stay? I asked, they have eyes everywhere, she replied. There was no need to inform Bill that we

The ride home was quiet, Lolandra would not utter a word. I only watched as cars kept trying to overtake each other to free themselves from the slow moving Harvesting Equipment vehicle hindering the traffic. The two lanes would not continue all the way so everyone was in a hurry to get pass the Harvesting Equipment. Lolandra hurriedly passed the Harvester and two more cars behind her were speeding up to join the now one lane but one of the cars crashed into the one in fron

As we walked into the front yard of Zack's empire, there stood a brilliantly decorated flower garden in the shape of a crown. We watched as the Gardener planted the last row, the base of the crown. He greeted us respectfully with a smile and waited to see if we had any questions. He was in his late 50s. Lolandra and I smiled back at him and kept moving. Lolandra turned around and said, lovely garden and the Gardener smiled and thanked her. This was not a good time to engage i

Anita had a gloomy face in class the next morning. She was deep in thought and made no meaning of what the Mathematics teacher was...

Anita woke up with an urge to call her Father. She and her Dad are very close. This was her first week of living all alone outside the...

The beauty of colourful flowers popping up gives a renewed energy after a long winter. Ester planted a few new tulips last year and was...

As Lina stepped into the church, every eye stared at her. This was her first time to visit a church service which was not for a wedding...

Eleanor's thoughts were usually out of this world, she constantly dreamt about life outside earth. She wondered what life in other...

Shortly after Fred and his wife moved into the neighbourhood, his wife filed for a divorce. The once happy man soon lost himself. He was...

Ella and Mike checked into this cosy little hotel in the middle of nowhere. There were no other houses or people living anywhere close....

One hot afternoon in July, as Emma walked Domino, she saw a large crowd moving towards the city centre. She was curious and moved faster to see what it was everyone was going to see. Domino, a very cute Labrador German Shepherd dog, was enjoying the walk as there were many dogs in town. Emma and Domino stopped at interval to allow Domino greet different dogs. Emma and the different dog owners smiled at each other while they watched the dogs exchange greetings. With some owner

In the middle of the station stood a tall woman staring into the thin air. What could she possibly be staring at? What could be wrong...