Bondage: Start Again
Blurb Mad lust and good looks bound her by her hands and feet, and whisked her over its shoulders. Wistfully, she smiled as she was carried away, unaware that she had just begun a journey that would leave her powerless.…
Category My Stories
Letting Go, 4
And there he was, looking rough and worn out in a tired suit, but still a better representation than what he had been earlier that morning. Why did he always look so tired? She wondered. Had God answered her prayers by slapping karma down on him hard after all these years?
Nine Lives
Nine days for the thief and one day for the owner of the house...
The words surfaced from nowhere and germinated in the back of my mind like unwanted weed. I wasn’t sure where I had heard them but it was surprising how it emerged when it was least needed. I even mentally began to count how many times I had stolen from the kitchen to be sure I had not exhausted my nine lives.
Letting Go, 3
A sharp gasp in the bathroom. He paused and listened, slowly but surely two soft moans followed. He knew that moan anywhere. He had heard it a thousand times from different angles and in different positions. The sensation that followed was almost indescribable.
Letting Go, 2
She had once been his for the taking. Once. He wondered what happened then. The past was a clutter of dawdled memories. He shook them off. He would focus on the Edima he saw today. How had she grown so beautiful over the years? Like an uninteresting shell, a cocoon that had hatched to give life to true beauty.
Contemplations
The old man in agbada was winking at me. I tried to ignore him, since scowling at him was yielding no result. He probably thought I was another one of those young girls he could deceive. I wonder about those girls, and how they manage to see past his pot belly.
Letting Go
I kept my eyes on the board, unseeing. My sight distorted and void with smeared colors representing the features of my environment. I could not see. Not because I was blind but because there were tears in my eyes.
Mr Uchenna's voice was loud, his baritone so deep I feared it resonated in the wooden desk on which I sat. He was shouting and gesticulating, a distorted towering figure next to the board. I could not make out his features because I was unseeing. I could not hear what he taught because I was not listening.
I Met The Devil’s Child
Mama always told us that at midnight, the village witches turned into crows and owls and would sing their dirges in the evil forest. I and Ali would quiver under the ankara sheets, frightened to our toes...But Ali was no longer frightened.
Regret: The Things you should have known
“Just remember, if you need to use the bathroom, ring this little bell and I’ll be here in a flash,” Freddy said to me. His smile was warm and friendly, and his touch reassuring, but I felt belittled. It felt…