She wrote the beautiful poem for me. She wouldn’t accept the fact that she’s a writer, yet to be found in herself. She won’t allow me mentor her into writing more things too, but I know she’ll soon feel the need to write more and more. She can be reached on WhatsApp @ +234(0)708 919 0940.
To be honest, I would still go touching the next baby put in my care, or even the ones not far from my reach. Why? Because I believe I was born to touch things I feel like touching anytime I feel like touching them, which is probably why I don’t regret any of my actions. … More Ruined
Days move nowadays as if they never really started. TGIF. Yesterday was a bit sad for me. I can’t get the specific reason(s) yet, but I do know I’ll get over it all. I was able to do a little steeple chase and was happy to see Ope, Yemisi and Yinka among others graduating at … More Dear Diary
Excerpt from the previous part: A year later, I was pregnant and consulting again. “It’s a baby girl,” the herbalist confirmed again this time. Just as before, he left for home before me, but this time, I met him sitting in front of the house with a big pot of steaming something in front of … More Not Again (Continuation)
“You have a very beautiful bouncing baby girl,” I heard the local midwife telling my husband outside the house. I heard no word from him. I guessed he just walked off in anger. I later heard he went all the way to the herbalist place to beat hell out of him. The matter was later resolved between the two by the elders of the land, but my husband swore never to step into his place again for any kind of help.
Unfortunately, approximately seven days later, my husband was already forcing sex on me again and again. He would wake me up in the middle of the night just to have sex. Anytime I refuse, I usually receive a fresh beating of life and aside that, he would make the sex more aggressive than normal; a punishment for objecting him. … More Not Again
Too many things are happening around her that she’s failing to take note of. Everyone except her can see that a whole lot is wrong with her. Jane had just suffered a heartbreak. She has experienced a few heartbreaks in the past, one which was her losing her dad she loved so much, but this … More Emotional Decorum
The backdoor was left ajar, so I slipped in. The kitchen to my left was pristine clean; the woman of the house was a neat freak. The pathway was filled with different toys, thank goodness his children went for summer camp this morning or this could have been harder. Closest to the staircase was my … More The Mind of A Sick Lover
I’m fragile, Delicate and gentle, And like a glass bird, You cannot fix me once I get broken. But I’m trusting you to be kind, So please, handle me with care, Love me tender, Love me mild! I’m but myself, Different, unique and special. My heart is like a puzzle, The perfect piece is hard … More Love Me Tender
This wonderful piece was written by Edidiong Andy with the pen name, Eddie Schwaggs. You can find him on Instagram @i_am_schwaggs, on Twitter @eddieschwaggs, and you can also reach him via email at email@example.com … More Justina
Being in love with you felt like she was stabbed right in my chest. The pain was too painful. Tears rolled down her cheeks as he walked out through the door with his bag on his back. It seemed like a movie, a horror one. She hoped he’d just turn back but he was gone … More Recovering