Flash Fiction: The Reincarnation

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Few days after Uncle Nnekedi died, I woke up to the glare of a cockroach perched on the wall. I thought I recognized its pair of twinkling eyes and this made me think of a belief of ours that every man will be reincarnated. What he came into the world as was a function of who he’d been in his past life. A good man would reawaken into a better life and a bad man, to an animal of some sort

I looked at the cockroach again, then I pulled off my sandals and crushed it against the wall.

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