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(First published on elovepoetry as Diary of a Rich Men’s Girl.)15th June; I look at the girl staring back at
(First published on elovepoetry as Diary of a Rich Men’s Girl.)15th June; I look at the girl staring back at
When I kidnapped myself, and send a ransom demand to my scumbag father, I did not expect he’d pay.But guess
‘One Shot, One Kill.’ Sniper motto. That’s what they taught us anyway. That was once upon a time. A life
First published on Naija Stories by elovepoetry and shortlisted for Chika Unigwe Best Short Short Story Competition last year. Twenty years on
The self-styled, self-proclaimed prophet of doom – formerly the Prefect of the Congregation of Faith – turned street preacher, walked
“I want to go back to the streets,” Grace Njeri said. “This is not where we should be.” “Mother, you
“That girl would slip through your fingers,” my mother said. “It’d be stupid of you.”“And what makes you think so?”
It is much easier for a two-hump camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a poor
(Diary of a Rogue Hustler)21st May; I enjoyed the torment of suffering resignation I saw in their eyes, all of
“I’m pregnant,” she blurted out. She now had my attention. “I’m pregnant, J…” “I heard you,” I said, a slight
(Diary of a 60-year-old Spinster) 28th February, Tomorrow is my daughter’s wedding. At least she has had something for her
“My sweet children,” Mwanaisha told her children, “Work and read all the time. Do not be like me. You can’t