“Hunger mocks my spirit,” Ujunwa said, pushing open the door of their almost empty refrigerator. “We need to eat out this evening or are you just going to sit there?” 

What enchants my ear the most is not the chattering of children frolicking around our street in their unrestrained circles of delight. It is neither the blaring of distant automobile horns nor the usual raucous voice of mobs lynching a heist culprit.

That night, in spite of the clouds revealing signs of imminent rain, Ogbonna and Nworah swore in their hearts to execute their long, well-thought-out scheme.

Right before he sought his Aunt’s help and finally bought his admission to study law in the university, Ezeobele repetitively had very naughty and alike dreams.