March Contest

A Fallen Thing

By March 12, 2019 No Comments

He remembered Izu’s disturbances as he stood, watching him leave—how in the morning and in the evening many days a week he would provoke him to jog and to lift weights; how he would show him, Enyinnaya, his well-written essays, inspiring jealousy in Enyinnaya.

Now he was muscular and a good writer. Now, he stood, looking as Izu boarded a bus, having ended their brotherhood.

This time Enyinnaya was the pest, criticising the content of his music everytime. Until Izu flared and after a strong argument, said to him, “Enyinnaya, you are holding me back. E go be.”


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