Passion’s Quest: The Shrine

I thought about making libation to the gods, but I knew that the salvation that I sought was not one I was going to find at the bottom of the amber bottle. I knew the drug that was going to give me the release I craved, but I also knew that I would not be having it, and so I questioned why I tried to breathe, when I knew I would be unable to. I questioned why I came here. I questioned why I was trying to run away. Why I always ran away. Continue reading Passion’s Quest: The Shrine

OmogefemiiJuly 15, 2023December 25, 2023Leave a comment

Prose Fiction, Writing

The Porch

For the nth time, he wondered what was so wrong in desiring another woman, and he answered the question just as quickly as it came. What was wrong was entering into a blood pact with the woman he had believed would spend all her days with him.
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OmogefemiiJuly 13, 2022August 18, 2022Leave a comment

Prose Fiction, Writing

D is for Drama and Devotion.

His dramatic pause would have been a little interesting if we did not already know what he would talk about. I and Tomiwa’s lifestyle, and how it did not please his God (him).
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OmogefemiiNovember 6, 2021November 6, 20212 Comments

Prose Fiction, Writing

Chasing Content.

Had that not become her way of living? Constantly chasing. Constantly looking. Looking to find contentment in the present, but realising that contentment only came by constantly chasing something.
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OmogefemiiNovember 5, 2021November 5, 2021Leave a comment

Prose Fiction, Writing

On Trips and Twirls-

She had the urge to tell her Grandma that she had already perfected the twirl that really mattered. The one that had her in scant wears. The one that held her watchers prisoners. The one that happened on her pole.
She was the watchers delight, and the man she was to be joined with tomorrow had simply been an unremarkable spectator in her den. Continue reading On Trips and Twirls-

OmogefemiiJune 22, 2021Leave a comment

Journaling, Prose Fiction, Writing

Unending Burns.

His walls were a light blue color, and bare, all four corners of it, save for the pictures of his Mum and his Sister hung just above his bed. He had to move them from their original position, opposite his bed wall, because seeing their faces as he readied to sleep hurt more than anything. Continue reading Unending Burns.

OmogefemiiJune 20, 2021Leave a comment

Prose Fiction, Writing

Concluding Crazy.

“I raised the knife at him today. The cake knife.
She opened her eyes again, looked at Tammy. Tammy was still massaging her nail beds, but her eyes were on hers.
“Cake knives hardly do any damage. You know cake knives don’t you Tammy?
She did not wait for a response this time when she- Continue reading Concluding Crazy.

OmogefemiiJune 19, 2021Leave a comment

Prose Fiction, Writing

Red Stills

I removed my left hand gingerly from the shorts, not wanting to attract anymore attention to myself, and pulled on the ends of the locs that reached my waist. I tested a stronger pull, and the pain was a welcome distraction.

But it was not enough distraction.

Nothing would be enough till I was told of my Sister, Tamilore’s death. Continue reading Red Stills

OmogefemiiJune 17, 2021Leave a comment

ỌMỌGE FEMII

Loving, Learning, Exploring. A Tour of Shuffled Letters.

Category: Prose Fiction

Passion’s Quest: The Shrine

The Porch

D is for Drama and Devotion.

Chasing Content.

On Trips and Twirls-

Unending Burns.

Concluding Crazy.

Red Stills