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Nothing Comes Close

The last two years for me have been relatively busy and I have accomplished many things that I am proud of. Among other things, there was the panda salvation I had a hand in during the blizzard of early 2011, the Banagrams tournament with John Stamos, the blindfolded unicycle race, and finally putting together the perfect combination of sweet chilli sauce, Sriracha and macaroni and cheese. But all of these accomplishments pale in comparison to the work Tolulope Popoola has completed since we first met her in January, 2011.

In the days since publishing two of her flash fiction stories, Ms. Poploola finished her first novel titled “Nothing Comes Close.” The work of fiction has been receiving critical acclaim which included being a runner-up in the Women in Publishing Awards and was listed as “Best Books of 2012” in Africa’s Book Clubs.

Not stopping there, she also started an independent book publishing company, Accomplish Press, based out of London.

Did I forget to mention she also had a baby?

While rapidly dominating the literary world she still finds time to write the flash fiction I have grown to love. It’s been a busy couple of years for Ms. Popoola and I am eagerly awaiting to see what the next two will bring. 


The Accident

I remember leaving my body ten minutes after the impact. Before then, it was a blur of tyres screeching, horns blaring, a loud scream, a dog barking and an awful thud. I fell off the bonnet of the car, and landed on the stony tarmac. Then I heard voices, and footsteps of people running towards me.

“Call 999!” I heard someone shout.

For the few minutes I was suspended between life and death, I recalled my mother’s warnings. Always look carefully before crossing the road, she said. I thought about her then. How would she react to the news of my accident? I imagined her crying, and I felt sorry for causing her trouble.

An ambulance arrived with a wail of sirens. My head hurt. My back hurt. My left foot throbbed. A light was shone into my eyes.

“I’ll check for a pulse,” a man said.

Somebody touched me. I heard sounds that I couldn’t comprehend. Then I suddenly felt cold. Slowly, I started to rise above the scene of the crash.

“Will she make it?” A voice floated to me, as if from far away. 

I thought of my father and baby brother, Paul, barely two years old. He wouldn’t understand any of it. I hoped someone would tell him that I’d gone to heaven. 

I visited that spot later. People had left cards and flowers. I wished I could thank them. But what I wanted most was to say goodbye to my family.

(c) Tolulope Popoola



 Accomplish something. 


Tolulope Popoola | London, England

In an epic match of Monopoly against Dave Coulier, she reigned supreme.

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