Novels by Favody

TRANS GROUP was where I found myself on a Saturday night.I was dressed in black overalls that blended perfectly with the interior and wall colours. Sally was in front of me, wearing the same outfit. She was walking like she owns this building which made me antsy.My feet barely made a sound on the cold granite. I wanted to be as invisible as possible so that if something complicates things, which I was positive would be the case, I could make my escape.Sally rounded a corner and motioned with her left palm to stop walking and I obeyed her without a second thought. My heart was pounding erratically against my rib cage and I was scared I was going to faint.She leaned against the wall. Her dark hair was caged in a black hoodie. There was no form of light on her, unlike me, who opted out for a blue hoodie to Sally's annoyance.I contemplated following her lead but thought better of it. She told

I had a quick shower after Joyce left my room to fuse with her cousins and I was really feeling better. Like I had hoped, the hot shower had seeped into each and every part of my weak and aching spot, to soothe and pamper. I was actually feeling like myself again.I wore the same outfit I had worn while coming and tapped my hair like it would bring down the wild curls somewhat. It didn’t. It practically bounced back to spite me. These curls were the absolute worst. Left to me, I would have cut it all off. It was so difficult to maintain. Well, my school frowned at women having low cuts, so I was stuck with them for a while.I better head downstairs. I left the solace of my temporary room, closing the door securely behind me. Loud whisperings could be heard from my vantage point but I couldn’t decipher what was being said. It all came out in mumbo-jumbo.At the foot of stairs, I caught the black and white hue of a p

The route to Joyce’s place was lengthy and I was hungry, tired and unhappy. I had assumed that the moment I walked out of my home, I would have been cheerful but that wasn’t the case. Everything I was feeling was making my emotions get the better off me. To aggravate my present mood was my slippers which were starting to make my ankle throb with every step I took, it was a weird feeling but it was my reality. My spine ached from walking so long, in fact, the whole of my body was in throes of pain. I liked walking but this wasn’t it. If only mom would have taken me.In as much as I had walked through the winding road using short cuts to hasten my arrival to Joyce’s home, it looked like I haven’t made an ounce of improvement for close to forty-five minutes. The closer it seemed I got to the house, the further away it was. I could liken it to searching for a pin in a satchel but maybe I was exaggerating a bit.On the street where I presently was,

"Adanna! Adanna!! Adanna!!!" my mom called me repeatedly."Yes, mom!"I dropped my Biology textbook carelessly on the bed as I raced out of my room to answer my mom. Making my way through the corridor, I caught the back view of my mom in the kitchen. She was humming to a song I haven't heard of before. Maybe it was a new track."Mom, here I am."Without bothering to face me, her voice rang out in the tiny kitchen."You will see my black purse on the floor in the dining hall. Collect just... I mean just one thousand naira from the money." She looked at me significantly. "I don't want to look for a Kobo. Use the money to buy Okazi ingredients in the century market. Don't branch to your friend's house or shop. Do you hear me?" She dropped the oranges she was peeling, to stretch her right ear."Yes, mother!""Now go!"I scurried out of the kitchen