Ruined

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

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Dear Diary

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

Damaged

Dark clouds covered the skies. Birds fly in their numbers as thunder began to rumble. Her children have been shivering since 2pm. Her face is filled with confusion and sadness. She had tried everything but their fever wouldn’t stop, instead it got worse. Tears flowed down her eyes as she thought of her husband; one … More Damaged

Not Again

“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

Mother Hustle

I looked at her dreaded face with a face full of pity. My head wouldn’t stop shaking while my brain was being paraded by casual strings of thoughts. What happened to her? Why does she look so dreadful? I deeply want to know more, so I’m definitely telling you more about her. She is a … More Mother Hustle

​Solomon is Dead!

“Let’s go home, Samuel.” I said with a very deep sigh, and a big head shake, as I called on my grandson for home. “I can’t believe Solomon did that to me.” I muttered in a soundless voice, holding Samuel’s hand, and leading the way home. I’ve been a very strong woman all my life, … More ​Solomon is Dead!