Bleeding (Part II)
Written By: Ejiofor C.E.S That night when everyone had gone to sleep, Kamarana locked herself in the bathroom and cried. It seemed as if the whole day was uncoiling itself and recoiling on her, crushing her, shrinking her. She remembers her mother telling her to…
Bleeding (Part I)
Written By: Ejiofor C. E. S Kamarana wanted to die. At first because of the stinging pain between her legs and the stickiness of the clotting blood that trickled with lazy effort between her legs. But now though she feared she would die of something…
GUILTY AND INNOCENT
Written By: Elisha Bala (EB) Mares in the night held her tight- as cares of the past stole sleep away from her eyes in the middle of that lonely night- until it was 6:30 am. Suddenly, Hauwa heard the doorbell; “Ding dong“. She arose from…
Episode Four: Beautiful Pieces
Written By: Josh Effiong TRISHA At Trisha’s place, She’d woken up at 6:00am and quickly replayed the past evening incident in head. “I’m sorry I stressed you Mr. unknown” Trisha muttered smacking her head. While she was about placing her feet into the flip-flop beside…
The Death of an Age
Written By: Nnaemeka Enemchukwu It was not long before our Great Personage was taken up in the midst of green clouds that the strange men came. This time we were living in an age of magic, miracles, and mysteries. We had a life that was…
Episode Three: Beautiful Pieces
Written By: Josh Effiong BRYAN “I’m sorry about what happened earlier. I was just…” “Can’t you just apologize without any excuses?” Bryan interrupted. “If I knew you were the same person, I wouldn’t have stopped,” Bryan added. Trisha went mute and all listened to the…
Episode Two: Beautiful Pieces
Written By: Josh Effiong TRISHA “Good morning ma’am” a familiar voice greeted as she stepped into the premises of her workplace. “What’s good about the morning?” she asked. One foot in, “Hey…Good morning” It was Smith, her colleague. As she ransacked her handbag to get…
Beautiful Pieces: Episode One
Written By: Josh Effiong BRYAN It had been a very long weekend. Starting off from Saturday, after returning home at 1:00pm, Bryan dashed into the restroom to have a quick shower before figuring out what he would have for lunch. With a white towel wrapped…
Returning Home III
By the time Fatima got to her mother’s hut, she was already very exhausted. She landed heavily at the doorstep. Her mother who had been awakened by footsteps approaching her hut was peeping through the window to see who it was. “I would catch the…
Returning Home II
The quick steps behind her frightened her. It seemed the person was trying to catch up. Fatima wondered what she would do if she was in any sort of danger. She was heavily pregnant, much too so to take to her heels or fight back…
The streets are empty. There is as much fear as there is oxygen in the air.
The prices of foodstuffs have been hiked and even hope is not cheap at this time.
Still, like these flowers, you can take a sip of the sun rays without wilting.
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