fiction

Number 577961
Nze Sylva Ifedigbo
The harmattan came that morning, throwing a blanket over the sun and filling nostrils with the smell of Christmas coming. The daytime darkness it caused was unnerving to the people of Eko.
- Fiction
- Comedy
The harmattan came that morning, throwing a blanket over the sun and filling nostrils with the smell of Christmas coming. The daytime darkness it caused was unnerving to the people of Eko.
There may be no mention of your name
no legacy to impregnate with grandeur over drinks;
the mythos of your being lies underneath the lid of a marble box with what is left of you
In the humid warmth,
the smells of the city
are carried by airless breeze