The first time I saw her was on the playing field in one fairly elite nursery school in Lagos state. Her shins were skinned, her braids were out of place, and a purple trail ran down the length of her blouse. She had a handful of sand in one of her little hands, and she …
‘Eutychus! Eutychus!! Where in God’s’ name has that child run off to?’ Delphine called as she searched through the house. She had sent him to get some flour to enable her bake bread. They got news that the great Apostle Paul was coming to Troas and she wanted them to have enough to eat while …
I’m not too fond of moving. Yeah. It’s a real hassle. Not in the I’m-too-lazy-to-get-up-and-move way but in the I’m a cripple way. Don’t ‘ooh’ and ‘aww’ for me. I neither want nor need your pity. It’s something I’ve become accustomed to. In the 14 years I’ve spent on Earth, 14 of those years have …
‘Ah! Chioma! You’re a lifesaver! What would I have done without you?!’ ‘My girl! Mehn! Everything you taught me came out! Thanks for your time!’ ‘Babe, I know I’ve been bothering you but could you please help me collect that letter from the guy’s office?’ ‘Chiomaaaaaa oooooo!!! It’s an emergency! Please come to my house. …
She sat on her dressing table stool and stared at her reflection in its mirror. Tilting her head from side to side, calmly scrutinizing each angle. Wondering… Searching… Slowly, she raises a finger to trace the lines of her lips, her lashes lower as she follows the movement. Her hair, a mass of shoulder length …
Patient walks in, psychiatrist is already seated beside the reclining chair. Psychiatrist : Please have a seat. Patient moves to the reclining chair, hesitates a bit and then seats. Psychiatrist : let’s continue from our previous session. Flips through book. You said the first person that molested you was the help. Am I correct? Silence. Patients …
The air sizzled with electricity, tension and… ? Even in the crowded room, we made eye contact. It lasted for a little over a second but I could still feel the impact hours later.
It was Christmas morning in Port-Harcourt. Nkiru woke up as early as 5:00am with a smile on her face. Christmas has always been her favourite holiday season. She slowly and silently got out of bed so as not to wake her husband of three months, Jidenna. Heading straight for the kitchen, she brought out all …
