She wasn't like the rest of them. Always went to church With that particular green skirt that swept the crooked roads as she walked by Or was it the black one with yellow flower prints? In her hand, she held a black book When asked, she would tell us, ''It's the goose-pel, Father say it's… Continue reading Mary Amaka
March 4th, 2004.... I had a nightmare last night. The new housemaid, Ogechi, was in my dreams. She wasn't chasing me or anything. Instead, I was Arab-sitting below her, her feet on my shoulders. I prayed about it but I don't think it's serious. Demola had gone to work already, Ogechi prepared breakfast for… Continue reading You Never Know (2)
She had another black eye yesterday, I asked what was wrong, like always. 'I'm fine', she said. 'I hit a door last night, there was no light.' 'Torchlight nko? Or your phone sef?' 'There wasn't light since morning to charge any.' 'Okay o! You know you can always tell me anything sha. I'm… Continue reading You Never Know
She wasn't chocolate dipped in gold She was gold, dipped in chocolate. Forged in the hottest part of the world, made to endure pains. Hard enough to withstand anything but just as soft on the inside. Pure gold dipped in chocolate embroidered with elegance, grace and a crown that sits perfectly on her head. She's… Continue reading Goldcolât
You know what I love about writers? And writing, lol. We're so many, all of different ages, races and colours. But then, no matter the story or poem, even if they mean the same thing, we all come up with different words and ideas and it's just so beautiful how so many different posts from… Continue reading Writers Appreciation Post.
We were fine He was too busy I wasn't cool with it We talked, tried to figure it out Got tired of his mood swings Kept a lot hidden cause it all seemed like a disturbance Now, there's another in between Found out he's betrothed Seems he doesn't care about us anymore He's found his… Continue reading Midnight Chills.
I don't want to be her I don't want to be the one you talk to when you're bored I don't want to be the one who keeps you company when you're alone I don't want to be left in the shadows while you laugh in the light I don't want to look at you… Continue reading
Hey guys, sorry for the wait. Y'all be so patient 😥 Apparently, I had some serious writer's block. But now......I'm back back back. Back again gain gain💃💃 And this has been my longest writing so far 😩😩 Things I do for love. #bloglove. Lol. Don't mind me. Read on. Hope you like it😘 'I'm Ikechukwu.'… Continue reading Saved. (Part 3)
My new mum was a housewife, my dad didn't want her working. It was one year into their marriage already. He loved her so much and she loved me too much. That July morning, Dad had gone to work. Oshoke was in school, he was a boarder at King's College. I was in my… Continue reading Saved. (Part 2)
My name is Efua. I'm from Southern Nigeria and my name means "Light". I was in darkness for so long though. This is my story. Twelve years ago...... Dad gets married to a new woman. She seems nice. She is good to me and my older brother, Oshoke. Mum died some few weeks… Continue reading Saved. (Part 1)