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Click HERE to Read Adepeju's Biography on the Nigerian Writers Database.  As a heavy downpour persists, I glance from the window seat of a yellow bus, and there is an inescapable urge to put my thoughts into writing. The passenger to my right now rests on my shoulder; he probably strained his neck to complete my story. I shift my shoulders to jog him back to reality as his stench announce my surroundings. The bus driver smiles at me using the rear-view mirror, assuming my overtly nosy neighbor and I are a couple. God forbid, I entangled with a bucktooth, bean head, idiot. In time, the stories I must tell, the stories I seek to tell, and the ones I have told, rage. And until they are out, I do not rest.
8 Comments
Salimat Atere
3/4/2020 09:19:11 am
This is something you must experience on a bus...it is a totally relatable piece. 10/4/2020 07:12:41 am
Expressing your thoughts and daily experience through writing.. Persistency and diligence is the key to making it happen... Great piece we've got here
Tamarapreye Jordan Emenyeonu
12/4/2020 12:49:24 am
Nice piece,pray the grace of the almighty follow you to continue your work.
Abidemi Oguntunji
12/4/2020 01:05:27 pm
This flash fiction is clearly a masterpiece. It appeals to my five senses
Omolola Comfort
13/4/2020 02:56:15 pm
And until they are out, I do not rest!
Tony Obinna
17/4/2020 09:56:12 am
Lool, I love this flash fiction. Definitely a spec. I love how she used imagery in such a short piece. Beautiful.
Adewara Joses
18/4/2020 05:31:04 pm
Maybe this should have been longer. Or I'm just thirsty for more. This is so nice that it should just and there. Woohoo.
Kanayo Nzeoma
29/4/2020 07:10:44 pm
Stories from and about public commutes are always great. It's always something interesting each new day. Leave a Reply. |