The Heroine Kokofe

By Ife J. Ibitayo

My short story “The Heroine Kokofe” has been published and narrated in the 833 episode of Escape Pod! This is my first professional publication, and I especially enjoyed writing this story because it sits at the intersection of my two passions–faith and fiction:

Story Excerpt

Muhamolu clapped his hands together and said, “We have gathered here today for the Agba of Kokofe Lalarun. If she defeats her demon, she will be a full adult in our community when she returns. If she does not, she will be an outcast forever. It only remains for God’s Ori to provide her target. God’s will be done.

Ori,” Muhamolu boomed, his voice echoing across the village square, “tell us your will!”

A faint, humanoid emanation appeared in front of the Kwanza’s head. It was the buggy remnants of the spacecraft’s AI, to Kokofe at least. But the villagers bowed as reverently to it as God Himself. Kokofe also sank to her knees. Of all days, today she’d need as many allies as she could get.

“For whom?” Ori said, in a deep, resonant voice. As it flickered in and out, it locked eyes on Muhamolu. The chief fixed his gaze on the dirt in somber respect.

Baba gently pushed Kokofe forward and whispered, “Say your name.”

Kokofe cleared her voice and said with as much confidence as she could muster, “Moyororokokofe Lalarun!”

“Processing,” Ori said, and it vanished for a minute. Kokofe had always wondered what it did when it disappeared. The strange cross-referencing associations it made between the colonists’ names and the colony’s animals was still very much beyond her. It returned and said, “Akata.” A hologram of a humongous hairless canine with savage fangs and the Devil’s eyes glared down at them.

An old woman shrieked, and someone muttered in their native tongue of Yoruhili, “The accursed have no luck.”

“God’s Ori has spoken!” Muhamolu boomed, but there was a quaver in his voice. “His will be done.”

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Fragile Kiyomi

By Ife J. Ibitayo

My short story “Fragile Kiyomi” has been published in Issue 1, Volume 2 of Free Bundle Magazine. This short story was one of the first pieces I finished and has gone through many iterations. The heart of the story lies in answering this question: Is programed perfection as valuable as messy humanity? A free copy of it and many other wonderful stories can be found by clicking here.

Story Excerpt

The iDoll cashier waved at them. Meiko waved back enthusiastically, almost like they were long-lost relatives. Contrary to what Kiyomi had said, Hottokōrudo was a wonderful place to shop. It had underpriced gems and overpriced trash. You just had to have an eye for which was which.

Shinji spent some time looking through flannel shirts. “Should I get cream or eggshell?” he asked himself. Something jabbed him in the rear. He grimaced and tried to transform it into a grin as he turned around to face Kiyomi. Her arms were overloaded with clothes.

“Can I buy this? What about this? Or, this?” Each skirt or dress she showed him was expensive and provocative, with windows and slits in places no adult, much less a child, should reveal.

“No,” Shinji said.

“To which one?”

“All of them.”

Kiyomi threw the clothes to the ground and stomped off. Shinji was about to follow her when a hand tugged at his sleeve. “Yes, Meiko?” he asked, turning around and smiling down at her.

“Can I get this, Uncle Shinji?” Meiko showed him a bright, polka-dot dress with little flowers on the shoulders. He checked the price tag and smiled wider. “Of course.”

He felt a sharp pain as two objects bounced off his back. He spun around, and Kiyomi was glaring at him. “That’s not fair!” she yelled and sprinted out of the store.

Shinji bent down and picked up the decorative chopsticks. He grinned sheepishly at the other customers who were gawking at him. He ran to the front of the store and asked the cashier, “Can you hold on to these?” She nodded, taking the chopsticks from his hands. Shinji turned to call Meiko, but she had followed him to the front of the store. He asked the cashier, “Can you watch her–it too?”