HOME MEMORIES by Gideon Cecil

It was the August holidays and school was closed. Rose Hall Town was a very hectic Town many churches were hosting fun days and the Town was hosting all sorts of activities but going to the Apollo Cinema to see movies were the greatest entertainment for young men and women...

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REGRET by Olisaemeka Gerald Njoku

I was a happily married lady. I had the husband every woman prayed for. Mike (my husband) was of average height, dark, rich and so caring. He worked with the biggest telecommunications company in Nigeria, and was actually a regional manager. He was Yoruba and I was Igbo. Our marriage...

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MY SWEET LITTLE COURAGE

Nche did not bother bantering with the pupils lining his path. The gutter surrounding Santa Maria Church was already littered by pupils with their lunch packs, eating and japing. The stairs was reserved for the big kids and the bullies and others rich enough to buy ice cream, though the...

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MY MOTHERS’ MADNESS

They say every human being has 5 minutes of madness. Whoever made this statement simply does not know my mother or he wouldn’t have made this generalized statement. You know what they say, Nigerian mothers are crazy. My mom is actually extra crazy – crazy alone does not do justice...

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…AND ỌNỤ HATED LOVE (part 1) by Chijioke Ngobili

Blood dripped. Body jerked repeatedly. Temperature high. “Nurse, Nurse! Call the doctor, call the doctor!” Voices yelled. Everyone was in panic, busy and at alert. “Hi? I’m Dr. Ọnụ. How are you now?” The patient managed to look at the face from the sick bed. Everywhere was still misty in...

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WHY DO YOU CHOOSE TO STAY

Why do you choose to stay? Why? Tell me. Are you scared of what people will say? That you jump from one husband to another – that you have no shame. Tell me. How do you keep this heavy secret in your fragile heart and live everyday like nothing is...

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WHY OLAMI-UCHE COMMITTED SUICIDE IN ABUJA

When Olami-Uche left his home on that fateful Thursday morning, his wallet had exactly one thousand, seven hundred and twenty naira in it. It was everything he had in the whole house. He didn’t even bother to count the money as was his normal leaving-home routine. He didn’t need to...

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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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