Days pass and daddy doesn’t come home. The last time I asked mummy about him I was shushed. Not seeing daddy doesn’t worry me as much because mummy has been making noodles everyday for me. Also, I’m still mad at dad for what he did to me and mummy. It doesn’t hurt me as much …
People are still screaming in the streets, all the way to their homes as I type this. In Onitsha, of all places. Late in the night. Normally, people in my city at past ten in the night sneak under the shadow of the dark to their homes, lest they encounter the Princes of the Underworld. …
‘Yeah. I’m well aware what I wanted when I called you over.’ Over the years, I’ve come to accept what I am, the lifestyle I chose for myself but being told to my face what I am, what I do for a living, put me on the defensive. ‘Now that we’ve reestablished the fact that …
Feminism. This is a topic I know that many, if not everybody is opinionated about. A topic which has split public opinion right down the middle. A topic that I hope to write more about some other time. I was in fourth year in the Faculty Of Law, Nnamdi Azikiwe University Awka when Dr. Ibekwe …
‘I’m so sorry baby. I didn’t think… I didn’t want you to find out this way.’ Is that mummy? It has to be her. This voice… it is but… is she crying? I hope not. This will be the second time I’ve seen mummy cry. I don’t like mummy crying. I try to turn but …
A friend of mine walked up to me one humid Sunday afternoon in July, bearing with him a box which no doubt held something precious, beautiful and expensive. Within the scope of our conversation I discovered that his ex celebrated her birthday a couple of days before. She had blocked him on all social media …
It’s not as far as I thought but then again, I am too busy to really notice. We are both busy. His hands are up my thighs, my breasts, the back of my head like magic on my skin, working me so hard until I throbbed and ached. ‘Ughhh.’ A little moan escaped my lips …
Hello there! I am very pleased to meet you. I am grateful you came to the Grand Opening. Please take a seat and feel comfortable. All good? Okay. Permit me to introduce myself. Standing before you in all his glory(???), is The Igbo Monk. The Monk in the picture was put there to give you …
This can’t be happening! Why?! Why does it hurt so much? It’s burning! I need mummy! ‘Dozie noooooooo! Jesus Christ! God! No!’ I watch as daddy hits mummy. Again and again and again. For some reason, I cannot move. I find it weird. Just a while ago I was screaming at daddy to give me …
‘Nooooo!!! Daddy stop! Daddy, please don’t! Please.’ ‘She’s just a child! Dozie no!’ ‘It’s about time you both learn your place!’ ‘O…la. Ola! wake up. It’s a dream.’ ‘Huh? What? Whu… where am I?’ ‘Shhh. It’s ok. I’m here. You’re safe.’ I blink back tears I didn’t realise I was shedding. My eyes gradually adjust …