Author Archives: Solomon Uhiara

About Solomon Uhiara

Literature and music are the things I crave for. I believe modern literature has more to offer now that stories happen everyday. I was born in Kaduna, Nigeria.

In Wait

You who are in the black pit drowning Letting the salty water take you and your bones under Your soul is trapped in the beyond You scream aloud, foaming your mouth You drain colorful tears and as the swirling dancing … Continue reading

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Ode And The Contraband

Ode Amadi carried with him a queer smile while he leaned lukewarm on the left side door hinge. I had not seen his face for several years, since he went away on a long journey to the city of Onitsha … Continue reading

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Lousy Joints

My granddad dislikes rainfall. Not just it, he dislikes everything that comes with it; the chilly breeze, the mist, everything. He hates the fact that he has to be reminded once more of the leaking roof that never quits dripping … Continue reading

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Running To The City

It will be falsely presumed, if rather, I say that she had a certain powerful control over me. It too would mean that I hadn’t much of a choice in the matter. Also, it would definitely mean that I hadn’t … Continue reading

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This Memory Must Be Sketched

Mazi  Ejike has departed us and this is too painful to bear. So on Saturday , hopefully the rains would be resting in the clouds , gazing down, silent at his funeral  and it wouldn’t forget to pay its last … Continue reading

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Zaina’s Nightmare.

Ruquayatu elopes with death. She does this sin, despite the fact that she once made a pact with life, death came and she took its hands, calmly, with a furtive smile that her mother wasn’t happy of. She was the … Continue reading

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The Black Owl

The only time he comes to occupy my window is virtually when the day fades into evening, when the chickens and their broods have retired. He comes when he is sure I’m musing over something which is invaluable and I … Continue reading

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