'Her fingers felt numb, as though she was grasping clouds.' An Interview With #WriterPrompt Winner Maïmouna Jallow.

Dreams

Bootsie stroked Rahma’s hair. The long black strands were scattered across her lap. Her fingers felt numb, as though she was grasping clouds. She was terrified of checking whether Rahma was still breathing. Her daughter’s small head felt like it was getting heavier and heavier every minute, and she had not stirred in hours.

Bootise had lost track of the days. She no longer knew how long they had been floating in the middle of the ocean. The scorching days had melded into freezing nights. The screams had turned into hums and now all human sounds had stopped completely.

She’d given up on looking into the horizon. Seeing land felt as elusive as the dream they’d once all had at the beginning of the war. That Bashar al-Assad would step down. Now, as she stroked Rahma’s hair, all she dreamed of was filling her lungs with Hamza’s powdery smell, wishing she could have bottled it for the journey. She dreamed of walking through the cool alleyways of the Citadel, brushing her hands against the coarse rose brick walls, collecting its dust for safekeeping. She dreamed of winged ships that would carry her people to the moon so that they would not die at sea.

And then, she did not dream again.

#WriterPrompt is a flash fiction event run on our Facebook page. We spoke to #WriterPrompt 8 winner, Maïmouna Jallow. She turned out to be one of our more experienced workshoppers with a background in media and the performance art arena.

 

Thank you for taking part in #WriterPrompt. You have quite the CV – radio producer for the BBC World Service, managed Regional Communications for Medécins Sans Frontières (MSF) and currently working as a freelance writer for publications like The Africa Report. How have your life experiences fed into your writing?
 

MAÏMOUNA: I have had the privilege of living in many places. I call it a privilege now, but there was a time when I yearned to just have one home. I grew up in Togo to Spanish and Gambian parents, studied and worked in the UK and then lived in various African countries. I think that travelling and being outside your comfort zone forces you to actually look at the world around you over and over again with ‘new’ eyes. It also gives you the opportunity to see yourself as ‘other’ and interrogate what belonging and identifying really means. Many of my favourite writers are African, perhaps because I recognise my world in their work, but I also love South American literature for example, because I can recognise my emotions in the human relationships they depict. So I think a nomadic lifestyle is great fodder for writing.

 

You said: “Words Matter! They help shape our world – how we conceive it and understand it.” You have spoken on this subject at a variety of literary festivals. Please tell our readers a bit more.

MAÏMOUNA: Words matter because they can literally shape the world around us. Just look at how the relentless racist vitriol published day after day in some of the British press around the Brexit issue has resulted in an increase in violent attacks on minorities there. That is how powerful words are. If they are used for good, stories give people a chance to travel worlds, to encounter different cultures, to access new ideas without having to bounce around the world as I’ve done. Equally important, especially for kids, is to see themselves reflected in stories, which is why I’m so excited about the amount of great writing coming out of Africa at the moment, although more is needed, particularly for teens.

On a personal level, nearly two years ago, I gave up my day job as a journalist and later as a media manager, to embark on a journey to explore traditional East African storytelling. This has taken me down many alleyways, and I have gone from wanting to collect folktales to trying to re-imagine them for contemporary audiences because I realised how important it is for the stories of our past to still resonate with youngsters of today.

I’ve also ended up performing the stories, which is not something I ever imagined I would do. I am petrified of public speaking, I never did drama at school, and yet when I got on stage for the first time and became ‘the character’, it was exhilarating. And then, to see non-book lovers queuing up to buy the books after the performance just because it had been presented to them through storytelling, an art form that is part of our DNA, felt like two magical worlds meshing into something new.

 

Lastly, what current writing projects are keeping you busy?

MAÏMOUNA: I am currently working on a collection of stories about contemporary Africa sheroes. We often speak about our great African heroes, like Kwame Nkrumah or Patrice Lumumba and then lament that we have no heroes today. But that is not true. We just don’t know about them, or perhaps we have a narrow view of what we consider to be an achievement or who we consider to be special. So yes, I do believe that it is important to celebrate the brave men and women who fought against slavery and colonialism. But what about the Kenyan runners who get gold medals at every marathon? Or the women journalists imprisoned by African regimes for their work? Who are they? What is their story? What can we learn from their journeys? I’m trying to explore this more in my writing.

 

Maïmouna Jallow is a storyteller, writer, and journalist who uses poetry, prose and radio to explore questions around modernity & identity and all that exists in the cracks between. She is passionate about preserving traditional oral storytelling and has performed at various festivals, including The Storymoja Festival, The Hargeisa International Book Fair and Somali Heritage Week.

She recently directed a ‘contemporary storytelling performance’ called "And Then She Said", a re-adaptation of five novels by African women authors. Her fiction and poetry has been published in the Fifth Draft and Fresh Paint anthologies.

 

Participate in #WriterPrompt by following Short Story Day Africa on Facebook. 

Interview by Tiah Beautement a.k.a. @ms_tiahmarie

 

 

'Place tangled with spiderweb threads of pains and agonies.' An Interview with #WriterPrompt Ezeuchu Jovita Amaka

Negroes

We have been betrayed.
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Thousands of us.
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Hearts have been bruised and spirit crushed. We are lost in a place we are not sure is home. Place tangled with spiderweb threads of pains and agonies.

They ventured on our land and ridiculed our language and skin.
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We tried to evade but they got hold of us and compelled us back in chains. When we plead and shout they tame it as an urge to satisfy their needs. We experience a dreadful suffering we saw was our doomed future, as our hands were tied in willow twigs. Assimilate they would say, become whiter and forget your language. But never did we listen to them. We fought to stay alive; so as to tell you, who sold us into this place of servitude, how strong you made us.
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Did you know?
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Some died from dehydration,
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while some from starvation.
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Why the comfort now?
Never tell us light at the end of the tunnel for it looked dark even when it seemed near.

You aped in this colourism, by toning your body to lighter skin.
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Each nightfall saw us on a rusty ground narrating tales of home. Tales of seas and birds, which we thought maybe we could, fly like this eagle that hovered into the humid sky, but we can’t. So patiently, we wait for the day we could thrust the forces that held our feathers from flapping at its speed.

#WriterPrompt is a flash fiction event run on our Facebook page. Writers post stories, then workshop the stories with other participants and members of the SSDA team. We spoke to #WriterPrompt 7 winner, Ezeuchu Jovita Amaka.

Tell us a bit about your writing and what brought you to #WriterPrompt?

EZEUCHU: I started writing in July last year. I would say my writing instinct and passion started during my NYSC* year. Probably, because the serene atmosphere provided an avenue for that.

I write flash fiction and lately I have been into short stories as well.

What brought me to #WriterPrompt is the chance to ignite my creative imagination. To understand WHY I penned down this story and not the other one. Because with the provided photo a slew of ideas would roll in my mind, waiting to be crafted into a story.

And also, I have understood that in #WriterPrompt the more you practice, the better you'll get.

 

If you could have dinner with three authors, who would you pick?

EZEUCHU: Cat Hellisen, I simply love her craft in Serein.


What are you currently reading?   

EZEUCHU: Likely To Die by Linda Fairstein.

 

Ezeuchu Jovita Amaka is a graduate of Mass Communications from Anambra State University. She is an aspiring writer.

 

*Editor’s note: National Youth Service Corps

 

Participate in #WriterPrompt by following Short Story Day Africa on Facebook. 

Interview by Tiah Beautement a.k.a @ms_tiahmarie

 

'My sentences have become tauter.' An Interview with #WriterPrompt winner Ezeani Chucks

Bleeders

I will pierce your finger, you will pierce mine, and together we will bleed our souls in a blood covenant. Worry less about getting caught; the star-studded night and the walls of this basement are perfect enough cover.

Our love has seen better days, Sugar. Rainy afternoons that had everyone out of the house, save the maid having a nap and us two little lovers in the raunchiness of our tiny room. I loved the taste of your tongue and you loved mine.

And as the rain trickled down our window-panes, we played a game in which we threw a die. Aim at a six, three times in a row; get the first shot at separating your thighs; the loser would lick you up. You would roll up my skirt, Nkem, crawl into me and lead me to seventh heaven, the juice from my pussy slobbering down your mouth.

Here we are now in our faculty basement, seeking shelter from the world’s eyes. We’ve done well keeping boyfriends, trying to fit into the flawed values of flawed humans. Who wants to be before a judge in a courtroom slamming his gavel and spluttering one dreary sentence for our double taboo of incest and lesbianism?

But let’s just pretend all that isn’t real.

As we seal our souls tonight under a pleased milky moon.

#WriterPrompt is a flash fiction event run on our Facebook page. Writers post stories, then workshop the stories with other participants and members of the SSDA team. We spoke to #WriterPrompt 9 winner, Ezeani Chucks.

 

You, like most writers, have a day job. How does writing fit into your life? Is it a hobby, a passion, a not-so-secret indulgence enjoyed in scraps of time?

EZEANI: I pay a lot of attention to writing actually. If for instance I have all day free to myself, when I am not reading or finishing up chores, I should be thinking of or actually completing a story.

 

What has been your experience of #WriterPrompt thus far?

EZEANI: My sentences have become tauter. I now watch out for filler words and scenes that, at best, skip around a story’s heart. Suggestions from fellow writers have also been priceless; I apply them in my other stories not on #WriterPrompt.

Plus the Nerine Dorman link you shared about editing is now on my Saved Webpages. I didn’t only find the advice useful in editing this, but I have tried it on my unpublished stories. I may not know much about editing, but hers happens to be the most valuable piece of advice I have come across.

 

Lastly, what contemporary African writers are on your must-read list?

EZEANI: I am through with Chimamanda’s Half of A Yellow Sun and about to start with Americanah. I also hope to get Namwali Serpell’s Seven Modes of Uncertainty, Imbolo Mbue’s Behold the Dreamers (to be released 23rd August) and Caleb Somtochukwu’s Safe Journey, also forthcoming.

 

Ezeani Chucks is charmed by what words can do. His stories have appeared on ShortSharpShot and Kalahari Review. He is optimistic about what his own words will do.

 

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Interview by Tiah Beautement a.k.a. @ms_tiahmarie

'Music speaks to my soul, reading feeds my mind.' An Interview with #WriterPrompt winner Andanje Wobanda.

The End

Death had come for us. His smell clung to the air like rotting flesh. We heard him call each one of us and we answered in piercing wails silenced by falling debris. For those of us who clung to life, we coloured the night sky with the music of breaking bones and shrewd cries. We had howled for the government as our houses were torn from the ground and hurled back to us like missiles; called out to loved ones as our breaths became ragged and stopped. All was in vain.

I had counted ten silenced souls in the past hour. Among them was Amina my next door neighbour. She had recited the Koran the whole night. When death came for her, her voice was low and cracked- defeated. Just like my spirit.

I knew I was next. With each spurt of pain, I felt his shadow loom closer. I welcomed him. Take me quick I yelled. My body was hot and feverish, awaiting the cool springs of the afterlife. The little hope I had left, leaked out in spasms.

He came in silently. I could feel him creep up my legs like tiny spiders. As he perched on my heart, calm washed over me. My mind whispered, “God has abandoned us.”

#WriterPrompt is a flash fiction event run on our Facebook page. Writers post stories, then workshop the stories with other participants and members of the SSDA team. We spoke to #WriterPrompt 6 winner, Andanje Wobanda.

How did the picture of a yellow rose on a piano lead you to writing about death?

ADANJE: Death fascinates me. It is one of those constants in life that we wish was a variable. So when I saw a yellow rose and a piano I equated it to the unstable relationship between life and death. I imagined them meeting in the music of sorrow and pain when death came to claim its victim.

What takes up your time, when you’re not writing?

ADANJE: I punctuate writing with lots of music and reading. Music speaks to my soul, reading feeds my mind.

Which writer would you like to meet?

ADANJE: At the moment, I would like to meet Abubakar Adam Ibrahim. I just finished reading his collection of short stories, The Whispering Trees and let’s just say I would like an audience with his mind. Oh yeah and halfway through reading The Whispering Trees I ordered Season of Crimson Blossoms, that’s how good he is.

Andanje Wobanda is a lover of everything art. She works as a the Fiction and Non-Fiction Editor for Lunas Review. Andaje was a contributor for the Storymoja Hay Festival 2015. Her fiction and nonfiction have been published in True Love (East Africa) magazine, on the Storymoja blog as well as on other online platforms.

 

 

 

 

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Interview by Tiah Beautement a.k.a. @ms_tiahmarie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"#WriterPrompt has given me the chance to know why." An interview with #WriterPrompt Winner Frances Ogamba.

Hospital Beds

We hang on everything. On branches disconnected from stems and leaning on walls. Like lolling tongues hanging at mouth corners. We have an abode. Billions of us. We leap around. Then we fly a little with the two light feathers attached to our backs. We eat flakes of clouds and snows. Our voices are murmurs like a distorted buzz from bees. When we laugh, we sound like pebbles being offloaded at a construction site. We visit families and beg to be accommodated. Some of us are let in while some are sent back. We are the most sought-after yet the most abused. Our weeping sounds like a drunken man’s song at night. At dusk we sit out on our rooftop and stare at the painting called sky. We watch the artist add the dots called stars. We watch the morning peel off the night. Our handicapped colleagues are especially cared for. We cry with them. When they leave and return with the scars from a knife or from something else, we mourn with them. We love cribs and hospital beds because there our life begins. Like hawks we hover in the sky. We await a chance to be born.

Frances Ogamba won two #WriterPrompt events on the SSDA Facebook page. Her micro-fiction ‘Hospital Beds’ won the 11th prompt and, two weeks later, ‘Golden Cake’ took the 12th. She is a Writivism 2016 mentee. 

 

You have also been an active participant in a few of our #WriterPrompt online workshops. What, if anything, have you gained from the experience?

FRANCES: I have learned things that mere reading does not give. Like when you read books so much that you start writing beautifully without knowing why you write like that, it is another form of plagiarism. Like copy and paste. We should all know why we write short sentences or long ones, why we put our dots and the hyphens or which word goes with which and why. That is what #WriterPrompt has given to me: the chance to know why.

You have a background in self-publishing your work. Many writers find the self promotion and marketing side of the business the hardest part of all. In your experience, what methods have been the most effective?

FRANCES: I advertise my books on every social platform like Facebook, BBM and the others. When I have them in print, I sell them on the streets of Nigeria. It is quite tough but turnout isn't bad.

Golden Cake

Look, Nkili. Look at the picture. Do you see the golden ribbons pressing into the emerald coated cake like pathways down a hill? Do you see the butterfly wings flapping like the little bride’s flay dress? You are one month old now. You are old enough to hear this tale. I had these same butterflies flutter excitedly in my stomach that morning. Mother and sister were there to convince me that it was a mere cold feet. My wedding gown swept the floor gracefully and I looked out for your father throughout the trip to church. I was pregnant but we did not tell. We laced fingers at the church entrance especially when the butterflies returned. Your father was handsome. You have his cheeks.

The insurgents surrounded the reception hall with rifles that could pass for water pipes. The bullets pierced the thick louvers before reaching us. This golden cake like soapsuds on water floated on the pool of our guests’ blood. But long before all of that, we were exchanging rings. We were kissing. We were eating from the crockery. We were dancing to country music – to azonto, to skelewu, to shoki.

Frances Ogamba is a graduate of Foreign Languages and Literary Studies from the University of Nigeria, Nsukka. She is currently running a masters degree programme in Professional Translation (French&English) at the University of Port Harcourt, Nigeria. She works as a Customer Service Officer at Advanced Maritime Transport, Port Harcourt. She speaks French and English fluently. She is an aspiring writer.

 

 

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Interview by Tiah Beautement a.k.a. @ms_tiahmarie