Fiction Friday: The Begging Bowl – Part 1

Fiction Friday: The Begging Bowl – Part 1

If it were not for the story he told me that day, I would have remembered him for his eyes. Each gasp of speech and great gulping for breath set them aquiver like sun-glint green apples on the surface of twin cisterns—two yellow-tainted, claret-crazed chamber pots...
Fiction Friday: The Begging Bowl – Part 2

Fiction Friday: The Begging Bowl – Part 2

Read Part 1 Here “Was his hair oiled, uncut, and braided wildly, like an Osu with ties of many colors?” he demanded. His face was flooded with awe, agony, and intense concentration—his bloodshot eyes quivering and glinting, reminding me of broken eggs with...
Fiction Friday: The Begging Bowl – Part 3

Fiction Friday: The Begging Bowl – Part 3

Read Part 2 Here Wilson’s career in Nigeria began at age thirty with his employment as a kind of managerial watchdog for a British retail firm. The company had established itself earlier in the century by engaging in the trade of palm oil for use in the manufacture of...
Fiction Friday: The Begging Bowl – Part 4

Fiction Friday: The Begging Bowl – Part 4

Read Part 3 Here The faces of the children captured his gaze before his eyes could wander over what he insisted was not bronze but pure gold. The faces were finely wrought with all the realistic details of the human form, down to the very lines around the joints of...