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The Old Man | Venus Chinonyerem Asoka

I know of an old man who lived the life of a Nigerian comedy script; he smelled like wet tobacco drying under a hot sun. His teeth, like the thatched roofing of his wife’s kitchen, were shades of black and brown. He lived in an obscure village in the rural areas of south-east Nigeria which he claimed was a G.R.A because of its calmness and serenity. The old man hardly complained of a difficult village life. He rarely complained at all. He believed that life was to be enjoyed despite all odds. So, every day, he looked forward to tapping his palm trees, playing coupon and making love to his wife.


Adebayo found the lavatory rather quaint. The cold feel of the wall stung his back as he leaned, studying the room. Two small exit doors stood ajar at the extreme, the main large entrance stood behind him and the walls, thick enough to contain even…


There was this man in our street. He was a regular face and I would always greet him whenever I passed him. He had a sad look on his face every time I saw him. He was about sixty and he always looked unkempt. I…

Cast and Bind 

The reverend walked up to the front door and gave a steady knock. he adjusted his collar and made sure he appeared as prim and as solemn as he could. He would be on his best so he could snag another family flock into his congregation.  Smiling to himself, he thought of how his ’skills’ had been garnering more fame around town.  These people were simple-minded, and any small disturbance was seen as a demonic possession to them. It didn’t hurt that they brought the cases to him, and he could fire up the congregation into tricking them that they were indeed demonic possessions.
Well, not trick per se.