When the night is clear and the star’s up Black skies, the wind violent enough I sometimes call her the devil Cos whenever I see her from afar She comes racing arms wide, shining; teeth grinning Black braided hair flowing Her oval face placed on her perfectly curated body Hips-thighed intimately inviting me for a … Continue reading Running from Love
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The spittle and vomit became intense, I began emaciating; each medical report from the doctor after every anti-natal session became a poison to my soul. At only 24weeks pregnant, complications had forced me to undergo an emergency caesarean, as advised by the family doctor, in order to deliver our long awaited jewel. Still groggy from … Continue reading The Smell Of Joy – Final Part
I feel your breath against my skin Like warm breeze grazing my neck Faces entwined in swaying motions Seeking, finding; suckling, nibbling Glistening teeth sinking deep Deeper into blood pumped necks. We find ourselves in a new world A world driven by total euphoria A world of entwined souls lost within each other So alive, … Continue reading Entwined Souls
Of losses and opportunities He lost him to the land of opportunities. It is a thirty year long pain that still hurts, that still throbs and sears whenever he allows himself the luxury of remembering. He had been four, that tremulous age when one is too young to remember and yet too old … Continue reading Of losses and opportunities
Penny was swept from her thirteenth through her fifteenth years as if she were a tumbleweed blown across the desert, coming to rest briefly here and there in becalmed moments, torn loose and sent rolling again as the wind gusted. Her parents moved a lot and it made Penny a little bit distant from friends. … Continue reading Something Bigger Than Love
some say age is just a number. i was not one of them. i am African; we believe wisdom comes with age, and hence we say, ‘seasoned with age’. seasoned with age…….. he wanted me like that; made better by experience, and pain. i didn’t know why then. perhaps, i may never know, but it … Continue reading Man Enough for me: Diary of an Older Woman
Standing at 5.8 feet tall; the ever beautiful, Pelumi Grace. Pelumi isn’t just any beautiful woman with some features to make a man crawl to her feet; she has everything. Make no mistake that ‘everything’ includes an exceptionally intelligent brain. Graced with a glowing dark, rich complexion, in fact, Pelumi was often bullied as a … Continue reading Let This Beauty Shine
When I was born, I was told I did not cry as was expected of a newborn. The midwife had starred hard at me, her thick eyebrows creased in a frown, and taking me to the fire side where a clay pot boiled over in the corner of the hut , she had held me … Continue reading Baby Girl…
So it was like several months after my friend’s wedding when all the photos and videos of the wedding were flowing in like water that I finally decided to ask her. I was prompted to do so mostly because…eh…I couldn’t get it. The smiles and grins in the photos were damned too authentic and because … Continue reading “All them marriage revelations”- Sincerely Q
Obiekwe was already waiting for them at Amobi’s office. He rose and shook hands with Ike and Gabrielle. “Mrs. Rosenfeld. Congratulations on your recent good fortune. The prosecuting attorney has given me a copy of Regina Agu’s full confession since I would now handling the case.” “Thank you, Mr. Obiekwe, I am glad you have … Continue reading Craving Hope (XIII)
I love books I love books. I seem not to understand why some people loathe them. While some people see them as just collation of papers with letters embedded in them, I see them as worthy friends with potentials to change the reader from the inside-out through thoughts reconstruction and purpose consciousness. Books wield too … Continue reading I love books.
A cold March wind danced around the dead of the night as I crawled into the bosom of my duvet. Still groggy from sleep, my husband held my hands as we braced ourselves for the latest news. Earlier that day, I had felt uneasy, nauseous, and some phlegm hanging on my throat without coming out … Continue reading The Smell of Joy – Part 1
Destiny stared out the window, holding onto the duffel bag that was packed to the brim with everything she would ever need for a week alone. Of course, she wasn’t exactly alone, but she kind of wished to be in this situation instead of being stuck with these four people. The other four teenagers were … Continue reading Friday The 13th (1)
The life of the party In her eyes, a little girl hides. This little girl has been through hell and back, a hell that entails the stealing of her innocence by her own daddy, the murder of that same daddy, estrangement from her mother. Life in the trenches. This little girl … Continue reading The life of the party