Who doesn’t want to be perfect? She asked, looking across all the faces in the boardroom and expecting no answer, she continued to speak before she noticed a hand raised.
She was familiar with the pain of loss as she had watched her siblings die in her arms when her village was attacked by the terrorists leaving behind, their parents
I am bleeding, Farida screamed amidst tears at about 2am, waking up her husband who was yet to fully grasp the full situation as he rubbed on his eyes repeatedly
I had a dream; when I grew taller I will allow myself see beyond the adults saw at the time. I was certain I will see bigger and better things.
He had to admit, he missed Mayen. The guilt he carried since the day the Doctor had said her blood pressure had gone up and she needed to be monitored
He was already familiar with the words coming out of his Aunt’s mouth “why wouldn’t you try some more? You aren’t totally dumb now or are you?” He had forgiven
I had just shared my decision with Bee and she could not break free from my goodbye embrace. I knew I had to leave and fast too before I changed
Does it tell me what I want to hear, does it show me who I am or who I want it to? That was the thought on my mind when
The grass is greener on the other side or so I thought. This words recently reiterated by Adekunle Gold’s “Ire”. It reminded me of how this was my reality for
A child had been molested repeatedly by a woman she called ‘Aunty’ who took her from her parents with promises of putting her through school. She looked like life was