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What is love? Does it really exist or is it just a farce people tend to take serious? Those were my exact feelings and thoughts when my life was void of love and happiness. As I stared at the engagement ring on my finger, I was very sure that those... Read More
I am just 16 inches shy of a perfect size 2, and I’m keeping that dress for when he’ll come. It’s a David’s Bridal too – I know, I know, I’m so lucky! The thing is, I want him to come but I want him to wait until I’m a perfect size 2,... Read More
08/09/1919 Ifakunle, Tomorrow, we’ll cover Adunni’s secrets in the earth. We’ll bury her beneath the tree you both climbed as children, behind the mudhouse you both made love as I stood guard. We’ll bury her by... Read More
“Anwulika, how are you. It’s been three weeks and four days since our lengthy and strenuous discussion on how to address your husband’s sexuality. Jidenna is gay, yes. Homosexuality is assuredly no advantage, but it is nothing to be ashamed of,... Read More
If I wrote a love letter to the one I hurt it would say: My everything, take it. My precious pottery, the Versace dishes break them. It can’t compare to the hurt in your heart. The hurt I now feel as I feel everything else because I have declared... Read More
A crippling silence sat in the room between them and stared at their disgruntled faces for a full minute. Then he heaved and broke the silence. “Trish, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you a…” “Sure you didn’t mean to hurt me this time,... Read More
*sighs* This is harder than I thought it’d be. However, I am willing to brace any storm in order to write this to you. Forgive me for being somber and not being in the festive spirit. My friends have particularly been annoying these days, always... Read More
I opened my locker, expectant. I knew he had gotten me a gift but the boys would usually wait till after lights out; when they would scale the fence of the girl’s hostel to see their girlfriends and give their valentine gifts. This year, after... Read More
Growing up as a child, my definition of love was mum. I would tirelessly watch the hands of the clock as this was the only thing that kept love from coming home, home where she was desired. Work kept love away from home like the sun from the earth, all... Read More