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Love Without Money Is Dead

The room was dark. Man and insect moved stealthily, each unaware that the other was privy to their presence. The cockroach flitted around the pots of food, lifted itself up by its…

Change

When Change Comes Knocking Unexpectedly

There are several things you learn when you get married. First, you learn to set expectations. Secondly, you learn to not live by any of those expectations. When we first got married,…

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Old Beginnings

I woke up to the noise outside as every single staff member in my father’s mansion tried to ensure the success of the traditional wedding of my arranged marriage. Looking out the…

If I Killed Someone for You

“This place looks so shady…” Richard wiped a sweaty palm on his jeans as he gripped the steering wheel with his other hand. “I’m not surprised, so… what now?” Adora asked impatiently.…

Love Is A Choice

Melissa She sat from across the room and watched as his chocolate skin blended with the dark of the night to cast a silhouette of something huge on the bed. “How could…

Lies That Heal

“Will you marry me? Make me the happiest man in the world and marry me Ivie…” he said. Ivie stared at him in disbelief. “He was expecting a reply. This two-timing cliche…

In-between

Diana sat in the middle row, right in the centre of the pew. Squashed in-between Simon’s cousin Tega – who he only saw once every couple of years – and his obese…

What It Means To Love A Woman

“What has come over you?” I asked. Jamie ignored me and brushed past quickly to the other side of the room to stand before the mirror. Staring angrily at her reflection, I…

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The Last Laugh of Victory

As she winded up and down for the umpteenth time to check the progress of movement up ahead, she couldn’t help but curse aloud. She was late for her Doctor’s appointment already.…

Lies, Igbos And Husbands

It was in the murky shadows of my dreams that I first heard my name. First faintly, then harsh and insistent like someone trying to water unfertile ground. The tension in the…