Freights of a Woman

All the things that my mother told me will give me pride and earn me respect have come round to give me shame and ridicule. As the midwife approached me with my sixth child, who [...]

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Little grown-ups (2)

It didn’t take long after Mr. Akume’s tragedy ended when Obaro came. Obaro was a girl of about fifteen years living with her parents in a small face-me-I –face-you apartment. She didn’t make the last [...]

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Someone told me tears are liberating, here I am drowning in the pool of mine and you my lifeguard is so far away. It feels like a prince caught in slavery, taken away from home, [...]

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‘…the position is yours’, the Human Resource Manager said with a smile. Oriema’s eyes opened wide in seeming unbelief as her lips parted in an ear-to-ear smile. She only just stopped herself from leaping from [...]

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Life is a dance. Those who live it must learn the steps. But learning is a battle, taken to a whole new level when a desperate woman confronts her indifferent husband. Game, set, match. In this story, no narration is used. The entire story is told in dialogue.

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NIGHT’S ANGEL ( for Vickie Alozie)

NIGHT’S ANGEL ( for Vickie Alozie) Treble cuffs round my heart She loses me in the maze Of her chord webs. Herald of my morning She  conducts the symphony of my dreams Leaving the stars [...]

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The Outcome

One night the extra bone found a use in the morning he ribbed her his new muse inspiring him to shooting stars but all she could aim for were glass ceilings in spite, she gave [...]

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She has seen what the blind can see She has heard the words of the dump She has felt the pain of the dead She has trod where there is no footpath She has laughed [...]

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Watching Her Bathe…

I drink to relieve my eyes of dust caught from battles
I drink within my garden that lies on a pinnacle
I see all the beauty of my reign
My cleared eyes catch a naked woman bathing

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