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
Chrissy clasped my hand, her words carrying an eerie weight. What she proposed was unthinkable. Throughout her rushed murmurs, I could sense Mother’s unwavering gaze on me, her eyes piercing through me. Deciphering Chrissy’s words felt like deciphering a cryptic code. “I think you should look into Elijah and… your father,” she said, her voice
“I need to identify her body at the hospital,” Father said, his grip on the car key betraying his unease. It seemed as though he was avoiding meeting Mother’s gaze. It was the day after the news of Amara’s death had reached our home. I wanted to accompany Father, but Mother had not uttered a
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Chapped lips and parched skin become dominant features during the harmattan season. I used to surreptitiously borrow lip gloss from Sister Amara to combat this. It’s during this season that wildfires can break out, spreading faster than the wind itself. It was amidst this period that our family found itself under intense scrutiny due to
It has been so many years since the year Papa raised your skirt high above your waist whilst holding your hands above your head with his strong hands, a dark hollow sitting right in your heart. You shiver just remembering what had happened that very day no one both you and Papa were both home
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