EJIMA – EPISODE 7: FINISH WHAT YOU START

 

“Not everyone knows my fiancée’s death wasn’t an accident. Even I didn’t know at first. Carbon monoxide poisoning is what they said. He left his generator set on all night, pulled a little too close to his bedroom window, they said. He died in his sleep, they said.” Amauche is looking down at her tied hands, but her gaze is unfocused, mind drifting somewhere in the past. “Victor was a deep sleeper; he never left his

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EJIMA – EPISODE 6: LEGION

Parasitic Twin. Fetus in fetu. Vanishing twin syndrome.

According to experts, some pregnancies start out with multiple foetuses. For some yet to be verified reason, during the first trimester, one of them may be absorbed by another twin, multiple or placenta. This foetal resorption is either partial or complete. The partial type leads to the discovery of extra limbs and body parts on or in the surviving twin, but when complete absorption occurs,
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EJIMA – ​EPISODE 5: DOPPELGANGER

The staff of Yaba Psychiatric Hospital is used to handling emergencies in the dead of the night. Sometimes, the inmates try to hurt themselves. Sometimes they succeed.

And sometimes they hurt other people.

Twenty minutes before Chisom Benson reached the hospital, her twin sister bit someone’s ear off.

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EJIMA – EPISODE 4: GUILTY BY ASSUMPTION

After it is ascertained that Amauche Benson is still securely locked up in the psychiatric hospital at Yaba, naturally the police turn their attention to her twin sister, Chisom.

“Young lady, how do you now explain how that girl ended up in your kitchen then?” a policeman asks, tone brash, his eyes narrow with suspicion.

They are standing outside Chisom’s house; two policemen

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EJIMA – EPISODE 3: EMBER MONTHS

They called her The Ember Killer.

Named after the notorious ‘ember months’, coined by superstitious Nigerians obsessed with the spate of fatal accidents and misfortune that seemed to thrive in the last four months of the year. Those were the months in which she began her murderous spree.

Mid-September had seen the discovery of what Amauche Benson claimed was the third victim, a French lecturer in the University Continue reading

The Buffet

 

“Nigeria is a poultry. The masses are the hens, the government is the farmer. And we are all waiting for christmas.”

– Adeosun Adams Mercy


It was the eve of the presidential election, the night the General was declared winner. We were at Aso Rock, eating meat and dancing reggae. It was a buffet.  Continue reading

Blasphemy

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Following the outrage of young Nigerian writers on social media, and a report by Daily post, Pandemonium struck in Wambai area of Kano State, Nigeria on Thursday after angry Muslims youths allegedly beheaded a female trader over allegations that she blasphemed Prophet Mohammed.

Here is Daily Post’s report of the horror.

 

Below is also one of the near-fictional stories it has evoked. Victor Enesi, a young Nigerian writer has given a deeper perspective of the happening, carefully relaying the horror in relatable terms and with familiar names.

The outrage didn’t stop with the fiction writers. Secular voices on social media have also used this barbaric mob-action to call-out the ‘evil’ of religion.

Obinna Aligwekwe goes on to relate the horrendous act with the activity of terrorist group- Boko Haram, and offers a way out of the quagmire.

 

In all the outrage, the wise words of Chinua Achebe in his book- Things fall apart, was aptly brought in to put a red-cap on the matter.

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A dress to have

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Inside the questioning room, wrists cuffed to the table, I listen to the two detectives on the other side of the glass divide until a female voice joins in. Gbemi. The one I have been waiting for.

“Aren’t we just a terrible bunch? She says. “So we arrested a lady just because we found a few other ladies chilling in her basement?”

They laugh, and when I laugh too, they stare in at me. I wink at them. I see their growing confusion; I shouldn’t be seeing or hearing them through the soundproof partition.

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