Ebube Anochili's blog

The day was unnecessarily hot. The black dress she wore for the occasion was making matters worse. She felt she was being baked. The occasion, the thought of it made her shudder. She was standing in her grandfather’s compound in the village with a lot of people, half or probably more than half she didn’t know. She didn’t like the village so much, she hardly came back. This time, she had no choice but to come. She still couldn’t believe Chief Echezona Ekeh was lying in a box ready to be put six feet under the ground. “This can’t happening”, she thought. That was exactly what she said when she received a call from her father’s lawyer saying he had been involved in a car accident. A hit and run, but the driver hit her father’s car in this case. She fled to the hospital but he didn’t make it. She was angry and hurt but she didn’t cry. Her father’s lawyer, Bar. Ikechukwu had been surprised, but not too surprised. The girl was like ice that couldn’t crack. She listened as the Priest said...

Have you looked in the mirror today? Someone looked in the mirror and asked, “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the...? No; wait. Mirror, mirror on the wall, who am I? You are just a cold crystal, mirror, you are just sand.  But you reflect things, you reflect me.  Smash! Dear mirror on the wall, now, you are a thousand glass pieces. Looking now, I see myself in a thousand places.  I see pieces of me in a thousand, shattered ways. I’m in cracks. I am like two sides of a coin, I am the head and tail. Like the sea; Calm and stormy. The vampire with the human heart; Caring and mean. The wild cat; on a leash. A beautiful flower blooming or a weed killing other flowers. The Ruler; wanting power and dominance or a servant wanting to overthrow. The peace maker; wanting joy, happiness and serenity always. Or the one fueling a fight. The scaredy cat; running away from troubles or king Kong, roaring and scaring everyone. The question is, what do you see when...

Wednesdays were annoying and boring. I had only four lectures but that was the worse part of it. From 8am- 12noon, non-stop. Sometimes I slept during the 10 o’clock class because it was more boring than the others. This Wednesday, however, was looking promising. I had a date. I had a date! I had to scream. After that Sunday evening, Obinna and I sort of clicked. We chatted, texted, talked on the phone at length, saw in school. Onyinye was pleased, her Sunday plan worked it’s magic. The day he asked me out, Onyinye just had to be there. “Hey, Lou, Onyinye, how are you ladies doing today?” Obinna asked as he approached us. “We are wonderful, thanks for asking”, Onyinye replied, grinning mischievously, before I could say anything. I gave Obinna a hug and he pulled me aside for a minute. “Are you free Wednesday evening? I want to buy you dinner and see a movie with you”, he asked. I was shocked, I couldn’t believe it but I said yes before I could over think what just happened. He said g...

So today was something else. I’ve never really done this before, describe my day and all but I just felt like doing it, so here goes. I left home around 8:30am to go to Yaba. The Northeast trade wind mocked me while I was walking, that was really annoying cos I couldn’t mock it too. So, before I got to the estate gate, my black trouser, my shoes and my poor feet were white, say hello to dust. I just took out my handkerchief and cleaned myself up, what else would I do. My journey to Yaba was to see a family friend, I initially boarded a minivan but the driver decided he wanted to drive a bus, so we all got into the other bus which didn’t load quickly. Trust Lagosians, they shouted at the driver a lot. A pretty lady kept saying ‘fuck’ and shouting in Yoruba. I just wanted to leave that place. Finally the bus moved. Some minutes later, I realized the person in front of me was a friend of mine from school and we chatted all the way. She is Anita, owner of houseofmuse, I think. She is a...