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Chronicles Of A Disjointed Boy: Solitude
by John Chizoba Vincent The last time I wrote a story listening to Enya’s Flora secret, I cut my fingers and allowed the gushing blood tell a story of how I was once told to always keep shut even if I was passing through pains. I... Read More
6 things people don’t discuss until it is too late
Forget about the negativity you read daily on tabloids and on some social media platforms, Marriage is supposed to be a lifetime commitment. Marriage goes beyond love, it takes real work and commitment. To avoid unnecessary inconvenience and... Read More
LETTERS: TO A SOUL SISTER, ESTHER KALU
by John Chizoba Vincent Someday, we will sit together to talk about Nkporo. To talk about her maidens, the dusty road that colours the zinc along Etitiama and Elughu road whenever it is Christmas season, we will talk about the mountains and the hills;... Read More
Bad Parenting is a thing – Sally Kenneth Dadzie
The other day, this lady complained to me about how hard it was to be a parent. I totally agreed with her. She has two boys she claims give her hell and she’s tired already. She adds that this is why she got a nanny to handle them. “When... Read More
The River
By Victoria Ige She sat by the window and looked out. The sky was a faded blue, the air cool but dry. They called it harmattan season. She turned to a photo of herself at the opposite side of the room – smiling shyly, cute. “Two”,... Read More
Being Mrs. Michael
Love and pain, which is stronger? Loss and longing, which one beats the other? Today, it’s just me and these walls, silence and the ticking of clock mum gifted me on my wedding, she said her own mother gave it to her. It is after serving Michael his... Read More
The God Fathers and Not Too Young To Run
By Fadaka Louis When I was young, all I wanted to do after every election was master the names of Presidents of Nigeria, Governors of each state and Ministers of the different important parastatals. It was fun and blind as I did not know where my... Read More
#ShortStory – Stuckholm
I read the message and deleted it, like he’d do mine. Not that I had a husband to hide it away from like he had a wife but I wanted to exorcise myself from reading his texts over and over, savoring the words and wishing I was the only woman he sent... Read More
To the Stranger Who Became Home, Death Stings
He said he thought I was pretty, that my smile reminded him of his mother. I smiled even more. It was at the park, this new space of comfort I had discovered. I’d often go there and listen to the wind, its music, notes dancing into... Read More