Non-fiction

It echoed relentlessly in my mind—”My fiancé.” Amara proudly referred to Chinedu as her fiancé. I scoffed at the notion that I still clung to Chinedu as if he were mine, despite being married to another man. She was mocking me. I couldn’t help but wonder if my life would have taken a different path […]

As I gazed at the street where I grew up, a sense of nostalgia washed over me. This very street shaped me, teaching me resilience and the ability to stand up for myself. The tall trees at the boulevard corners, acting as natural dividers between buildings, and the tall fences guarding each house’s privacy, all

“Mummy, I’m coming back. This man is evil. Yes. They’ve sent him into my life to make me childless. I am not barren,” I sobbed, my voice carrying the weight of despair. I awaited my mother’s maternal advice, knowing well that it wouldn’t provide a solution or change my mind. “He did it intentionally. He’s

Mike returned, reeking of alcohol and stumbling. His foul breath was repulsive, evoking the urge to vomit. He emitted the stench of vomit itself, and I pondered the extent to which our argument had affected him. Supporting him, I guided him to the guest bedroom downstairs. He clung to me, pulling me close as we

I seethed with rage at the okada driver who had stubbornly refused to take me to my destination. He abruptly halted and insisted on full payment for the agreed-upon fare. Me, Catherine, giving in and paying him the whole amount? Absolutely not. “Give me my change, or I’ll wreck your bike,” I grasped his shirt

Here I am, seated in a place I never imagined, waiting anxiously for news that threatens to shatter my heart. Mike couldn’t join me this time due to his other commitments. He understood the gravity of this meeting for me, for us. In his absence, he sent a thoughtful text message, reassuring me that regardless