MUMMY

She smiles again. She’s always happy whenever she’s around me. I make her happy. Ever since we’ve met, I’ve always called her “mummy.” Isn’t she mummy? She cares for me, just like my mother. She does things, she is not obligated to. She scolds me when necessary, and serves as...

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DECAYING FLOWERS

The circling vultures were in the centre of a gaiety. Some famished ones, with manky beaks had already pounced on the naked and half naked bodies of young women, children, and the old – mostly innocents of the cataclysm. Others, assumedly experienced, were hovering patiently, perhaps to get a lion...

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NO MORE

Caked sperm flaked off Cynthia’s stomach when she woke up that Saturday morning. She was alone in the bedroom. The bastard was gone. As usual. She heaved a sigh as she lazily crawled to the edge of the bed, absentmindedly grabbing her ripped bra and panties. Her day was starting...

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AM I A WITCH? (part 1)

It is very important for me to know the answer to the question “Am I a witch?”. Many people have accused me of a craft I only see in films that they call Nollywood. I am now locked up in a dark room filled with mosquitoes because of it. They...

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PAUSE

It was a very strange thing. He loved her; loved her since the first time he had met her but she was in a serious relationship – or so she said. But it was pretty clear that she liked him, because no matter what she was doing she would make...

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