Conversations: On Friendship

The soft whirling sound coming from the standing fan just by the bed roused Owei from sleep. It took a few seconds to realize that power had been restored after a three-day break-in-transmission which had been survived thanks to a small generating set. Looking up at the wall clock with a dawning sense of realization,…

And everything fits

Unlike a harmattan morning, the clouds stood clear as an August sky. The air moved warm, gripping the skin and drying the lips forming cracks like cool breeze on clay floors. The windows, closed for comfort, were covered with dust showing off the vague presence of its motion. Araifie reached for the shea-butter container at…