short stories afrolady
As the iron gates opened, Sheila saw the first ray of sun she hadn’t seen in the last 10 years. Asides the routine work and games they were entitled to, which required…
“Shhhhhh…” Mama gestured to me to keep quiet. “Don’t make a single sound, Ebere. Don’t move.” “Mom, I want to pee. I’d hurry to the bathroom and be back before he arrives.”…
“Do you love me?” “Yes, I do,” I replied fiercely. My eyes were burning with the sting of pain, hurt, and regret. Of course, it was nothing physical, just a rollercoaster of…