Category Archives: Editor’s Picks

A Chance For Love – Chapter Two (Sick Bed)

‘What happens in this house stays in this house. Do you understand?’ *** Eyes closed, I lay in bed, waiting for a horrendous lump in my throat to dissipate. Stella probably thought I had fallen asleep. But then I sneezed, and in that moment I feared the pills I’d swallowed would pop out of my … Continue reading A Chance For Love – Chapter Two (Sick Bed)

A Chance For Love – Chapter One (Sick)

“Do you not care at all about your life, Victoria?” *** Somewhere close, a bell jingled. The richness of this sound filled my ears and wrapped me in a tingling cloak. To everyone else, the bell only served to usher in eight hours of sitting down, watching men and woman flaunt their expertise. But to … Continue reading A Chance For Love – Chapter One (Sick)

DARE TO KNOW (Excerpt from …And the Night Hissed)

CHAPTER FIVE The shrine loomed ahead. A saturnine mud structure built in isolation—far away from any village or huts in the area—on the brow of a craggy hill. It was hidden from sight by wild banana and pawpaw trees but our eagle-eyed Captain caught sight of it as we passed and, piqued with curiosity, marched … Continue reading DARE TO KNOW (Excerpt from …And the Night Hissed)

Indian Crush

She had eyes that glowed like The tongues of two lit candles Her voice sounded like symphony She danced like a swaying tree in the wind He asked her to be his Juliet but She seemed to know nothing about The love of Romeo and Juliet Shakespeare was a Riff-Raff before her Her skin shone … Continue reading Indian Crush

Dazzle Me Chapter 3 (Novel Excerpt)

    CHAPTER III The seat belt lights came on as the air hostess said through a microphone. “We would be at the Lagos Muritala Mohammed airport in a couple of minutes so we encourage all passengers to fasten their seat belts” she said, her accent sounding almost British. So he had decided to go … Continue reading Dazzle Me Chapter 3 (Novel Excerpt)

I cooked regret in my own pot and bought pain with my own money

When I got to the market last week, my eyes swiftly swayed and was caught by a beautiful tomato stall, and the said tomato wasn’t in my list. It was unusual, and was as though a spell was cast on me. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I had passed that stall more than … Continue reading I cooked regret in my own pot and bought pain with my own money