young adult stories
A little boy of seven years was sitting in front of the television. His aunt, Amaka, was perched on his lap. At that time, she was a twenty-two years old undergraduate studying…
You’d have to see it in order to believe how genuinely unordinary my Monday morning was. My mother, Mrs. Wogu, was supposed to meet me this afternoon for an early birthday brunch.…
“Hi, I’m Ada. Welcome to my YouTube channel,” I say and freeze. I suddenly can’t get words out of my mouth because I have none stored within. I admit that recording videos…
Jesus! Jesus! This cannot be happening to me right now, Bisi muttered to herself in fright. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably, and her feet could no longer carry her. As she reached…