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.
lmao this was so funny. i really liked this. hope i can learn to create something like this too.
Thank you, Fatima.
Hehehe. I guess he probably wasnt too fond of Uncle Nnekedi.
haha, you’re right!
Poor man. Didn’t get a second chance, did he?
I wonder: if he lived as a good cockroach, what then?
Nice piece.
Haha, he didn’t live too long for us to find out.
Thanks for your comment.