Lagos, 2016About six years ago, before Ifenna met Kelvin, he was involved in a platonic love situation with a Swedish woman who thought he was a scam. Even though he had mentioned the incident once to Ifenna during an absurd conversation, it wasn't justified until Ifenna had the opportunity to read all the mails he had exchanged with the Swedish woman.KELVIN :Hey! Hey again! So, I noticed you blocked me after I made that post on Facebook. I have been looking for words to describe your actions but I have found none. I know you must have told some of your friends that you successfully blocked the African guy who would have probably been a threat to your monetary value. I understand! It is common for humans to always seek ways to protect themselves from danger and if I am considered dangerous because of my background or because of statements I have made about coming to Sweden or migrating, I understand!I unfriended your best friend because I felt it was bes
Lagos, 2022Ifenna twisted his wristwatch clockwise as he tried to check the time.1 PM!He frowned as Kelvin encouraged him to be more patient. Then, he looked down to the end of the street. It was far. "You think there is another road to this place?"Kelvin doubted it. He had been to the place they were going to a few times and every time he went, he followed the road they were following. If there was another road that led to a small social club made up of expatriates, he would have known.Ifenna was already on the move when he called him back and asked if he had remembered to bring along his entry fee worth five hundred naira. A small token designed to encourage the founders of the small social club."I brought it," Ifenna said. "Is it not five hundred naira?"Kelvin nodded.Ifenna placed his hand on his shirt pocket and brought the money out to prove to Kelvin that he was not lying. Kelvin felt pleased. He didn't want them to r
Athens, 2022Dear James Blackwheel,It is me. Another seeker of the truth. Another one of the few members of the 'Priory of Göteborg' that still exists. Henry told me he wrote a letter to you. I am writing this letter to remind you about what Henry said. I know it has been hard for you for some time now. I know you are trying hard to believe in yourself even though you don't want to believe in yourself. I know how hard it is even though I can't explain how hard it is. I want you to know that you can live your life without thinking too much about your past. When you are ready to talk, send me a letter.Your foreign companion,Black.
Bogota, 2022Two weeks had passed since an Australian man raised his gun, pointed at Dev and shoot in his direction. An unexpected connection had occured, and then an event someone would easily describe as a placid fictitious lie had swept throughout the mind of Dev as he fell.The place Blackwheel stood in was Bogota. The capital of one of the finest countries in South America. And the heat of the sun was high enough for him to lower his eyes as he tried to see the Australian man who had been sent to kill Dev. It was an unusual afternoon where he had to wake up early with the help of a Colombian lad who had been assigned to serve as a guide for him.The Colombian lad was fair. His skin was a shinning white as he stood in the sun and watched as Blackwheel lower his gun and pointed at the Australian man. He knew what Blackwheel had in mind to do to the Australian man who had killed Dev, and he was aware of the danger that he was going to expose them to but he was
Munich, 2022The building was quiet after the official anthem belonging to the 'Priory of Göteborg' had been sang. The thick stone walls blocking out all hints of the outside world was also quiet as the members stared at each other. Henry stared at Black. Black stared back at him. They both stared at their new leader, Coast who was holding a staff and pointing towards the ceiling."Blackwheel has betrayed the brotherhood," Coast said, pointing his staff towards the ground. "He has killed the Australian man that was sent to kill Dev. He has to pay for his sins and he has to pay before the end of this month. Do you all agree?"They all shouted."Yes!"
Blackwheel got the message about the plans of the 'Priory of Göteborg' that had to do with him some days after the official meeting had been held in Munich. He got the message when he came out from the bathroom in the afternoon only to see another Colombian lad standing in front of him with his hands glued to a phone. He was furious as he stared at the lad who he had assigned to receive messages for him."I have a message for you, sir," the Colombian lad had said. "It is in this phone. The sender said I should tell you that he is fine and that he is waiting for your return. Reply as soon as possible, sir. He is earnestly waiting."
Pennsylvania, 2022A wonderful time to forget the past and start thinking of moving forward, Clark thought as he tried to concentrate on Maria who was staring at a wall painted white with her hands around her body. Reluctantly, he reached over her shoulder and dropped his hand there. It was a short moment of affection that she felt strongly."I have to go and find a way to ease my soul," Clark said. "Since we have been doing our research about James Blackwheel, I haven't been able to understand what kind of werewolf he is! He is both slightly confusing and entertaining. I can no longer continue wasting my time over a man who is difficult to understand. I have to accept that Micheal is dead and gone. He is the major reason why I have been so dedicated in getting to the root of everything. . ."Silence.After a moment, Maria moved away and grabbed a picture of Uju and Abby. Clark looked away too and stared at his friend, Dark who had offered to dr
Lagos, 2016MACRADONA :So, it has been a month now and I have missed you. I just want to say I am sorry if I have made you feel somehow. Deep down, I have always wished I asked why you felt we didn't satisfy each other's needs. I know it is too late now and I sincerely wished things were different. Even if this might take you a long time before you see this mail, I want you to know that I think about you everyday, and that I care about you and wish you were still taking care of my emotional needs. I am not going to write the short story I told you about again because I feel less motivated to write. I mean, I tried to write and create something beautiful but it is impossible to create something beautiful when you can't stop thinking about something! Everything about me right now just feels empty. I am done with thinking about the flowers close to the road so I sent you some pictures of them. And I just felt that as you have decided to cut me out of your life
Chibuzor Victor Obih was born in the southern part of Nigeria. Delta State to be precise. His writing includes essays, poetry and short stories. He likes to play soccer, read, study and above all, write. He is currently a fourth year student of a renowned public university in Nigeria. The University of Port-Harcourt is where he is pursuing a bachelor's degree in Mechanical Engineering. The Last Full Moon is his third book and his third attempt to explore the beautiful world of a novelist.
Kano, 2022There was no light. There was no sound. There was no imaginary figure running around his mind and playing games with him. The road that was up above him was clear and black. Fear, Ifenna now realized, was an intense rush of displeasure that motivated a man to run for the security of his own life. Short of breath, he fumbled through the blackness towards the road, almost staggering, almost allowing the image of seeing Kelvin raising a gun and shooting at him revolve around his head. He found a soft spot and made an attempt to rest when he realized that he had to make sure that Jane was safe. But how could he reach her when he couldn't remember where he had last seen his phone? Just then, as he was thinking about the location of his phone, an alarm he had set up in his phone about a week ago to make sure he attended all the morning exercises class rang. He reached out towards his left pockets and brought his phone out. He smiled as he felt grateful that some unfo
Pennsylvania, 2022Maria sat very still, listening and not listening. She was looking at the face of the man who had come in place of James Blackwheel, to ask for her forgiveness and understanding. If someone had asked her to repeat the words of the preacher, she would not have been able to do so without making a single mistake because she didn't understand what he meant when he told her to forgive and forget. She didn't understand the ease he felt as he let those words slide out from his tongue as if it would take away all the atrocities that James Blackwheel had committed in his life. But she felt and sensed the genuineness in the preacher's voice and she saw meaning as she tried to reason in the same plain he was reasoning. As the preacher talked more about forgiveness and its positive impact in the modern society, a vast dark silent void lifted away from her eyes and she could see familiar images which grew large and powerful; familiar images of Blackwheel planting hi
Pennsylvania, 2022Not once during the five days following the explanation behind Uju and Abby's death had an image of their dead bodies buried underneath the ground come into Maria's mind. She had thought about it bitterly until she could no longer cry or think again. She had thrust the whole scene back and forth, and there it still lay, monstrous, horrible and terrifying as it had been before. She was not much of a believer but she believed in the power of words and truth. And to think that her ancestral father, James Blackwheel who she had never met was involved in their deaths made her feel awful and sad. She was not so much in a bad stupor or in a wayward lane with brown leaves falling quickly with no end. She was in a bizarre situation where she saw Uju and Abby begging for their lives and being punished for doing so.Having been briefed by Detective Doe about the incident that had kept her in the dark, she made a quick call to Clark with the hope that he would answe
Lagos, 2022Kelvin stopped listening, feeling fear for the first time. He had not thought that the message sent to him using a foreign number was a solution to his love problem with Sharon. A solution that came with a price. How could he explain to Ifenna that the gift Maria had given to him during his last trip to America was greatly desired by a group of people who tagged themselves as members of a secret organization called the 'Priory of Göteborg'? Oh, Lord! He was drunk. The members of the 'Priory of Göteborg' were all drunk to think he would accept their offer and take the life of Ifenna because of love. How could he? The instructions he had gotten from them was clear and simple. Take the necklace and eliminate the target. But how could he do that when he was greatly attached to Ifenna in ways that the members of the Brotherhood didn't understand? How could someone who knew absolutely nothing about his life choose him as a tool to achieve their quest? What
Lagos, 2017KELVIN:Hey! How are you doing? I finally came back! I missed talking to you! How have things been going on your side?BELLA:Hey! Good morning! Or afternoon to you I think! It is great to see you back. I missed you!KELVIN:I missed you too. Good afternoon!BELLA:It is 7 am here and I'm hooking up my morning coffee drip. The weather is really not that bad. I am sure you can relate with the feeling of the weather. It feels cold but it isn't. I think the weather is in a good mood today.KELVIN:So, do you have a pipe inside your body? That is great! Honestly, it is!BELLA:I don't have a pipe inside my body! Coffee is great! Lol! All day long! I never see the need to sleep.KELVIN:You seem happy today. That is a good trait.BELLA:I suppose so.. every once in a while it happens. I guess I am happy today because you finally came back. It is always great to reunite with a long lost friend even if he has
Lagos, 2017KELVIN:What is your real name then? Mender? Bella? I don't want to make any assumptions about your real name so you wouldn't feel bad about it. I was trained to accept people's decisions on things affecting them. I respect privacy.BELLA:Hi. Your pic is adorable. Whose baby? Is that you?KELVIN:No! Just placed a baby there because I have been unhappy lately. Glad you like it.BELLA:I love all babies but more from a distance lol. When they are close they are all noisy, little germ machines lol. Except for my children, they are perfect, naturally perfect. They don't look like pumpkins with bitter tears.KELVIN:That is good to hear. So, which one is your name? Mender or Bella?BELLA:Bella. Bella is my real name.I was planning on using Mender as a pen name for a new genre I am working on. Like I told you before if you can remember, I am an author.KELVIN:Alright. That would be a lovely ide
Ontario, 1983It was morning. The church bells had just began to ring when Blackwheel arrived. In the dark and silent room, the drab light of the weary sun outside filtered in through the silky curtain, allowing a limited passage of light. Already, the coming of the sun had been announced through the sound of the bell like a messenger sent forth to disseminate information for the time being."I have to prepare early. I don't have much time for myself or for anyone," Blackwheel muttered to himself and yawned. He was feeling tired from the long walk he had had a day before.Sitting himself up, in an upright position, he held his head with his hands as if he was trying to adjust it and move it away from his neck. It was as though his mind was about splitting from his head. His eyes roamed to the door which led to the entrance of his room when he heard a noise. He was expecting someone but due to the delay, the little hope that rose in his heart about ten hours ago had died dow
Lagos, 2017KELVIN:Why? Is there a problem.ZOE:Just have different priority lately.KELVIN:What kind of priority. I thought we promised to be really close?ZOE:Yea, we did! Someone close to me went through a difficult ordeal and I spent a lot of time with him, I have had to babysit my three year old nephew a lot. Also, I reconnected with a friend I haven’t seen in six years and I am trying to write a novel, and even after a full regiment of antibiotics my cough is getting worse. Sometimes life happens. If it is a problem for you, then maybe don’t wait after me so much. I can’t promise hours of texts daily. I spend already that time nearly daily just answering everyone who texts me and ask for help with their writing or publishing platforms (on top of everything else), social media is turning into a full time job and I am trying to reduce that and keep my focus on writing but it is hard. I only have so many hours in