Flash wednesday

Word length: 400-500 words


Jos, 24th Dec 2012.

“Mama, I’ll be back by Sunday,” I shouted into the phone as the tricycle sped to the popular tomato market along Bauchi ring road.

I noticed some young men loitering in a corner and my chest tightened a bit. I quickly chided myself for being paranoid. It was two O’clock after all and the afternoon prayers had just ended. As we got closer to the market I began to relax again.


The ground vibrated heavily and the phone I still held flew out of my hands. The tricycle struggled to come to a halt only to run into a stationary vehicle. There was thick smoke everywhere blurring my vision. I staggered to my feet and observed as several vehicles and shops were razed down by fire. Shrill cries pierced my ears. Pandemonium broke loose as children and mothers tried to locate each other in the chaos.

I should have gone home before now, I mused. I was the only Corps member left in the barracks. Zainab and Tobe, the romantic duo had gone to town earlier in the day. I was to meet them at the park on Sunday so we could go home together.

I stood perplexed in the midst of the ruckus. Suddenly, a detached limb dropped at my feet, jostling me back to reality. Too shocked and scared to move, I stood glued to the spot thinking through my options. Down the road, the mallams had regrouped butchering everyone who slightly resembled an ‘infidel’. Up at the other end, the natives fought for dear lives, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

Here, I was in a dilemma. Mama is from Fulani descent and Papa is a titled man from the ancient Nri Kingdom. Up the road, the natives would never have believed I am Igbo because I have Mama’s slender features and long curly hair. Down the road, I was doomed to roast like cow skin since I could not recite a single Quaranic syllable.

In the distance, I suddenly heard the wail of sirens. Thanks to the Jos cold, I had worn my khaki trousers, so I would be easily identified and rescued. Stealthily, I moved towards the sirens careful not to draw attention to myself. I stooped behind a car and scanned the area; my fear knew no bounds. Suddenly, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder …

It was Colonel, and he had come to my rescue. He led the rapid response team of the JTF to rescue the other survivors.


Written By Chizzy Odilinye


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28 replies added

    • Chizzy December 23, 2015 Reply

      Thanks Thia..
      Glad you enjoyed it

  1. Toby Nwazor December 23, 2015 Reply

    Chizzy Odilinye, the master of story telling since 1423. Thumbs up Chizzy. I loved the descriptive way you wrote. When I grow up I hope to be able to write like that.

    On the other hand, I thank God that no harm befell u during ur service year

    • Chisom December 23, 2015 Reply

      The girl is good mehnn. We are still waiting for you Tobi, growing up doesn’t happen in one day 🙂
      Thanks for commenting, bro.

  2. Gk December 23, 2015 Reply

    Nice work, concise.

  3. kunle December 23, 2015 Reply

    Captivating and explicit. Going places definitely

  4. Anny December 23, 2015 Reply

    Nice write-up. keep it up

  5. Collins December 23, 2015 Reply

    Nice piece you got here…

  6. Scad December 23, 2015 Reply

    Jos! My place of birth! Chizzy I can’t believe you witnessed this! :'(
    Thank God for you.

  7. Belachris December 23, 2015 Reply

    Nice work Zizy. Ur detailed description made d story come alive in my thought. Well done

  8. Francis December 23, 2015 Reply

    Hmm. Its better imagined than experienced…keep harnessing your potentials

  9. Ezekiel December 23, 2015 Reply

    Nice work. Could this be a true life story cos I know you served at Plateau. But for perennial conflict, Plateau would have been the best place for one to retire to.

  10. C. Netch December 24, 2015 Reply

    nice work….I was able to imagine d scenario….

    • Chizzy December 25, 2015 Reply


      Nne, this English over me… No be everybody study English for uni o

    • Chisom December 29, 2015 Reply

      You can say it again and again, Ogo. She killed it!

      • Chizzy December 29, 2015 Reply

        Chisom, what did I kill it with?
        Monday hammer?

  11. NepaMan January 8, 2016 Reply

    I came here to meet a best-selling author .
    This writer is indeed my role model !

  12. Oyor January 15, 2016 Reply

    I was actually scared. Beautiful writing

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