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Unaware – “The Beginning”

….In thoughts  of a certain little princess and a friend whom I love “Mum please hold me, please play with me, please don’t leave me alone, I want you now”. Tami cried but her mum only looked at her with sorrow filled eyes before walking away. She watched her mum move slowly away from her, … Continue reading Unaware – “The Beginning”

My Traits (episode 2 Of 2)

He was violently thrusting in and out and as he did, the pain reached a fever pitch. I kept struggling, but I was fast losing my strength. I got tired of struggling and started to cry. He continued, and continued, and continued, and continued till…….. I passed out. I woke up the next morning with … Continue reading My Traits (episode 2 Of 2)

Flames of vengeance: 18

The pungent smell of urine reeked, I felt sick from the stomach but nothing was to there to throw up, I felt a poke from behind and I steadied myself to avoid falling into the bucket that housed the natural waste of all inmates. ‘Barbie doll carry dah tin joor, abi you tink say na … Continue reading Flames of vengeance: 18

Flames of vengeance: 17

Tanko’s forehead creased more by the passing second, as if he was being drawn into a bottomless pit. Abhas and I waited patiently for him to talk finally he did but not what we expected. ‘This is strange, really strange.’ He said like we didn’t already know. ‘We know that, have you found my sister?’ … Continue reading Flames of vengeance: 17

Flames of vengeance : 16

‘You’re good for nothing.’ ‘Yes I know, where is your good for something son, messed up.’ ‘You’ll never be half the man he was.’ ‘Yes I agree, especially under women’s skirts.’ ‘How am I not sure you orchestrated his downfall.’ ‘Nooooo he did this himself, all by himself, infact am done handling your broke company … Continue reading Flames of vengeance : 16

The Trial – Reminiscence

Anyone looking at the woman in the dock would immediately know that she was oblivious of what was going on around her. She stared blankly at the wall. Her name was Nana Clifford, a Nigerian with American citizenship and she was on trial for manslaughter in the state of California. Only six weeks ago she … Continue reading The Trial – Reminiscence