'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 I didn’t only find the advice useful in editing this, but I have tried it on my unpublished stories.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