Victor Somtochukwu’s Pages

Ijeoma 

Ijeoma    The yams have started coming in, Mama is smiling. Obim is laughing as his huge arms bearing bottles of hot drink drip warm sweat. I’m looking at the dark skin on his back, my eyes shredding his under garment. ‘He’s darker down there’, I think. Onye-oji, black man. “I’ll take you to the …

Maurice

Maurice   I’d always loved toy dogs. Ever since I was a little girl, I always wanted one. But dad would hear nothing of it. Mum hated dogs and that was it. I mean, what harm could they do? They were just tiny creatures needing love and they also kept company.   Take for example the Pomeranian. Its foxlike head …