It’s been years Sofa, till yesterday. How long has it been, six, seven years? Kept count? You know you always say, “Life is cruel,” and now I believe you again, … Read More
Love was all shades of shimmers and glitters to me, well at least that was what I thought at first. Love was that beautiful experience that one comes across and … Read More
Hello again. Let’s go down to this ugly business. The faster we get done with it, we can go over to more pleasant matters. You want to know it all, … Read More
She lay there sated. The vibrator now tossed aside. Slowly, she descended from cloud nine or cloud ten, wherever she was floating for the past five minutes. She reached for … Read More
I’m writing again. I’m sorry, I thought I’ve outgrown you. How wrong I was! I’m writing again even though my eyes are red from blowing the dust off your cover … Read More
She was finally in love, the hot passionate love of a teenager; the consuming, flaming love of a young woman, a girl at the prime of life. Her prince charming … Read More
Dearest Jaachi, How are you? To be honest, I shouldn’t be asking you this, as it would be hypocrisy on my part, but I still need to ask. How are … Read More
Can you relate oh ye knower?
That indescribable yet relating feeling you claim?
When all spins round and round, to and fro
Like an imaginary see-saw where the innocent play?
Do you really know it?
All ye who claim ‘woke’ and enlightened by
I thought them to be faceless
Called them masochists and self anarchists
Thought them to live in an alien planet
Or exist somewhere in the moon
Thought I would never behold them
Queer and weird souls
Relatives to vampires and werewolves
DCC Nnewi could boast of a good number of beggars, adults, children, Igbos, Hausas, Fulanis, even people from Chad with their lovely long hair. Each time someone walked pass, they would plead with outstretched hands for alms.
On Day 3, Cassandra’s arms were amputated and taken down to the Pathology Lab. At this point, I was already praying for death to come and give her the relief she
Cassandra Jones was in the last room in the Intensive Care Unit. I closed the door behind me as noiseless as I could, walking gingerly across the room where a nurse sat,
Fridays has always been least exciting of all other work days for me; it was the only day of the week that I did night shifts. I would have spent