Tears and smoke stung her eyes. Around her, Comics limped or lay still. Her sister and Abali were unconscious on the brown grass. Kama was barely holding up. Her hand shook as she directed her wind at the burning academy. She was kneeling, her legs too weak to support her.
“I am really invested in the idea of surviving, so what is the plan to make that happen?” Kama’s voice was a faraway whisper to Uloma, now that the things were in front of them. Those things crowded her senses. Her mind was theirs. They did not move when
Living with Ekama was an experience, Uloma thought as she glided more than wandered from one dark space to another. “You are getting on my nerves with all that walking about.” Ekama called to her in her head. Uloma halted on her walk. She was in another room with a
“Am I a child that returns?” Oma asked meekly from the tree where she sat perched on a branch. “You know, now that you mention it, I can definitely see it.” Nkem answered her. He was bent over a heap of firewood, his bare ankles covered in beads, was skinny
“Realms are perfectly suited for its residents, to travel outside of it, is to put one's self at risk and in danger, so, how do we prepare to combat this? We adapt, wear a different form, enhance our form, do whatever is necessary.” Uloma sighed visibly annoyed. “Who
“Whatever it is that you are planning on doing, don’t!” Asiya’s small frame sat on a log, with the soft breeze and rain running through her head and down her braids. She looked almost stern. She gave Uloma a searching look, her eyes staying on Uloma’s. “The
Oge watched her daughters in the corner, conferring with her son by friendship, Nkemu. “When you are done deciding on how you want me to punish you, you will come over here.” She shouted over to them. Beside her, Ozioma hid a giggle with the back of her hand. Her
Uloma bolted after the kiss. It was childish, but her brain did not want to process Eligwe or what that kiss meant. Try as she did, her stomach would not stop tingling like a little furry animal was burrowing inside of her, and her chest would not stop feeling like
Music can be heard from miles away, loud and rhythmic beats that the waist could sway to. A throng of students in their meticulously glad attire or appearance, for those Cosmics who did not wear clothes, marched excitedly towards the direction the music travelled from. A tall clay creature accidentally
The morning was a reminder of the destructive rain that had fallen the night before. Debris was scattered around the compound, and large pools flowed freely into and out of the sandy, earthy ground of the compound. Obuzor’s mother groaned as she leaned further from her door, where she
The school was teeming with students in every form, rushing around. The heavy feel of frantic frenzy was palpable, and Uloma could almost taste it; she held herself back from spitting in disgust. A junior running past her smiled at her and immediately regretted it when Uloma returned her smile
Oge held her daughter for a little longer while the sniffles died down. It was not the nature of the cut running down her daughter’s hand that she was concerned about. Children fall and hurt themselves all the time. Her mother-in-law would say, 'They seem to be made
