The June episode of Pentinent Flash Fiction Competition was a smashing success. With 7,960 votes altogether, we have finally arrived at the winner. Here is a breakdown of all the votes according to each flash fiction entry.
Flash 1 (Submitted by Wisdom Iwundu) had 35votes
Flash 2 (Submitted by Bonaventure Onuora) had 1vote
Flash 3 (Submitted by Abbah Victor Oche) had 18votes
Flash 4 (Submitted by Praise Osawaru) had 1,281votes
Flash 5 (Submitted by Ositadinma Chinakwe) had 3,775votes
Flash 6 (Submitted by Afolabi Olawale) had 2,710votes
Flash 7 (Submitted by Uchenna Ozoekwe) had 140votes
Ositadinma Chinakwe is hereby declared as the winner of June 2019 Pentinent Flash Fiction Competition. Congratulations to the winner.
About the Author (Ositadinma Chinakwe)
Some nights, in my junior secondary boarding school days,my schoolmaster would slap me and sing: Stop doing like bolè; be active! His songs would fill the room and everyone would join in, taunting me and my schoolmaster would make sure I danced to it. He wanted to expunge my sluggishness: my inability to act quickly, to respond to people quickly.
Thankfully his exercise had no long-lasting effect on me. Else, yearslater, when a pair of well-dressed men approached my table in one cafeteria and called me Mr. Yusuf (whichI wasn’t) and said that they were sorry for the delay in delivering the cash prize he had won for the competition he took months ago (I haven’t won a competition in my recent past) I would have set them straight. I didn’t. I watched on, nodding when I had to, saying No problem when they apologized again and again for the delay, saying Yes, I’ll stopwhen they asked me to terminatemy suit against their company. They acted suspiciously, throwing furtive glancesabout once in a while, as though this meeting was illegal.
When they handed me part of the payment (₦500,000; the rest and more will be given when I have agreed to end my suit against their company), I became shocked, then struggled to obscure my surprise, then became lost in the thoughts of what I would achieve with the money.
Until one of them asked for my identification. I stood, angered, shouting, “You want your money? Take your money. You want to insult me further by calling me a con? I will take my case to the Supreme Court if need be.”
Frightened, they ran out. Immediately, so did I.
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