I am Jimmy; Jimmy the great procrastinator, the forgetful, the Homo imperfectii.
With my hands in my black jean pockets, I look like the most confident man ever. My gaze is fixed on the valley before me and I see that the new resort in this country is just as the news travelling around about it. I’m listening to the music made by the rippling of water in the river. But why isn’t the carpet grass fluffy under my shoes?
So, my two bags are here with me and I have everything I need. I have my passport, flight ticket, underwear and even up to my shaving cream. I would have minded taking a lot with me, but I had gotten a list from my meticulous wife to aid in packing my bags. She said she wants our vacation to be perfect. Speaking of whom, I just received a text from her.
“Again!” It read, with a furious red emoji accompanying it.
Scratching my bald head with my fingers, I try to remember what I had done. I unzip the bag on my shoulder to put my phone in and three flight tickets fall onto the ground. I remember now. I’m just going to chill in the cool breeze for a while before going back to pick what I forgot—my wife and two kids.
Read – Jamal – A Flash Fiction by Akanbi Omotayo, Nigeria
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