Inktober – Day 4: Spell


“Let me have my school bag!”

Emeka chased his oppressor with fear as solid as a rock in his heart. He had never stood up to any of the big boys yet here he was, in pursuit of the notorious Jid. They ran across what was left of the football field after Reverend Uzo’s family had randomly planted corn on it, stalks rising and leaning as the hot breeze willed them to. Mama Uzo, the school janitor, claimed that the land belonged to their family because the ‘oyinbo‘ men gave it to them as a parting gift in return for letting one of their children attend the seminary every year. It has been eighty years since then and she still talks about it like it was yesterday.

A month ago, Emeka had been the hearty addition to Umuoke Grammar School’s sixth form. Strange it was, a pupil joining…

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