Recent Posts by Hope Ekeh Jr

Nothing is Ever Enough; Part 1

A short story centred around a bus ride to Port Harcourt were a young girl expresses sarcasm in her thoughts and towards the commuters happening to be going in the same direction as hers and how abruptly her mission in Port Harcourt came to a sudden conclusion. You will definitely have a laugh and more as you read the subsequent parts.
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The Cultural Blind Spot; Part 3

The female doctor admitted her into the NGO that she had founded that catered for justice for the raped, abused and ill-treated women. She started to undergo counselling two times every week. As time progressed, Nneoma started to develop small talks with younger girls that had come in for justice; she become a counsellor, helping them heal and forge a new course.
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The Cultural Blind Spot; Part 2

The next morning her mother would greet them as she usually would while they stepped out in their gears to work and they will buy sliced bread for her on their way back. That was the first time she came to the realisation that men’s ills and vices had a force that worked against justice.…
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The Cultural Blind Spot- Part 1

It was during the harmattan. The air was dry. The trees were solely dusty. The sand was too crusty while Odegwu and Nneoma stood on it. The hot sand was scorching underneath their legs and the dry wind blowing past them as they stood on the banks of the Umueze River when Odegwu said “I…
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When the Obvious Truth is Ignored- Part 2

Mother changed her clothing immediately. She half tied her head tie, half tied her wrapper that she knotted above her abdomen and told me to go to the police station with her. On getting to the police station, they would not allow us to see him. Mother inquired to see the DPO. The DPO told…
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When the Obvious Truth is Ignored- Part 1

Mother was busy ranting, asking the calm unarmed police man who was the last to leave the house why they were arresting Uche, he told her that he was a suspect in a bank robbery at Osiosioma. She had denied it, she had pleaded with the unarmed police to let her son go that he was no thief. She had defended him saying that his son had never stolen his entire life, that he was one that never looked for trouble. The disbelief that graced my eyes, the disappointment that slammed my ears at mother’s words made me uncomfortable.
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