The 'S' Hub

When I was a boy learning to tie the laces of my boots, my dad would tell me the world belongs to me. That I can do whatever I conceive in my mind. That the other boy in my class who always came first was in no way better than me. We had a 14 inch monochrome  TV when our neighbours were switching to 24 inches colour TV. We always had what to eat but our food was never as rich and as enticing as those of our neighbours. My dad told me to be contented. He said a boy who isn't contented with what he has ends up stealing from others. He asked me to recite the 10 commandments to refresh my memory on evil and good. My dad made sure we never wasted food. We were always given the quantity we could finish and sometimes the quantity that wouldn't be enough for us. Discipline, he said, was what distincted us from animals. The TV was fighting with static and transmission as always on Monday night while I sat with mom to watch the 9 pm news. Dad wasn't back home from work and I ...

DAY 2 Njideka Ime How is it that we fight against what we want?  The answer is simple, it’s conscience. That crazy mechanism installed in us like a smoke detector, picking up what our excited flesh wants and raining down a shower of cold water to douse these things. It restricts us, it cages us, it… but it holds us all down to sanity. I sigh as I kick open the door to Edisemi’s room. I have a box of chips in one hand and a saucer of three crunchy chicken on the other. I think it’s one of the very few things that can get Edisemi lively again – partially, if not wholly. I didn’t prepare these myself. I’d gone over to KFC at the next  street to get it. I’d gone there for a couple of reasons. One was to clear my mind of the thoughts of Captain. Since that surprise kissing incidence at the party, I can’t seem to get him off my head. I keep groping for thoughts of a kiss free of every dramatic restriction, just the two of us in a dimly lit room, our erotic scent heatin...