AFREADA and Africa Writes invites writers to participate in a 500-word competition which is based on Chigozie Obioma’s latest novel, An Orchestra of Minorities.
Girl, before your father implanted you in your mother’s womb, before being assigned your X’s and not the salubrious Y’s, you were in the water, in the air, in the elements… [2mins]
A farmer’s son, saw the civilians of their village roam the streets near the countryside border. He asked his father if he could join the revolution… [1min]
Has anyone checked on you since you told the elders that you could no longer bear the weight? I know it wasn’t an easy conversation… [2mins}
I always imagined I would die in a car accident. It would be predestined, not even the seat belt would save me. A car driving at a high speed would ram into my side of the car and BAM! …[8mins]
The endless chatter felt as if someone was re-assembling waste shrapnel in some form of convoluted reconstructionist dilemma… [8mins]
Your name is Chimsomejedebe Okoro but here in America, everybody knows you as Tata. They call you Tata because they cannot master the intricate phonemics of your Igbo name… [4mins]
My grandpa’s hair is light and fluffy. There isn’t much of it left. But there’s enough to play with. It tickles the inside of my palm when I rush my hand over it. It looks like candy floss… [5mins]
Alright, Philip, they’ll be here in five minutes. Are you sure you’re ready?” – “Yes, yes. It hasn’t been that long, has it?”- Philip Legrand was seated on the couch as his manager flitted about the space, straightening out the coffee table books, and fluffing up the pillows… [8mins]
After I have cried it all out, my mother’s mouth tears apart. There is no word from her. And her voice still lies silently under her pillow… [2mins]
