• Flash Fiction

    Eke Market

    This piece was originally published on artymedium.com of course by yours truly! Enjoy. “Amaka, how many times have I told you to stop dragging that your useless feet up and down the house like you don’t know today is Eke market?” Eke market day was once always one to look forward to. Mama’s voice always sounded differently every Eke market. It was always like that was the only day the gods had declared her fortunate. Mama sells like say juju dey worry her even to the intimidation of the once friendly Mama Ugo who would shout, scream, curse and threaten Mama. “No be the same market we dey sell?” “E…