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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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RETURNING HOME I 

Fatima is muttering prayers as she walks down the narrow path which leads home. She cannot stop peering through her shoulder. Everywhere is silent. The kind of silence which injects fear. When all a person hears is the chirping of crickets singing lullabies for street…

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Broken Ships 

The first time Vivy met him, she had just left the library and was cycling to her hostel that evening. She was wearing a pair of blue shorts, a cream T-shirt and a  face cap to match. With her tablet in a backpack strapped to…