The Faces Of One
By Foyinsaye Nothing has changed in Grandmother’s home; I still risk slipping on the oil-smeared tiled floor and the curtains still drip with slimy water. These are amongst the many …
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I WANT TO TELL YOU A STORY
By Hazel I want to tell you a story, will you listen? I’m assuming your answer is yes since you’re still here. So here it is. A night didn’t go …
I WANT TO TELL YOU A STORY Read MoreBloom of Swindler
“…wealth makers, this is what we are… Fear no one… they would only wail when you denied them the crumbs they would demand from you.”
Bloom of Swindler Read MoreSIMBI’S DILEMMA
With adrenaline pumping madly into my brain, I hurriedly jumped down the fence and started running into the bleak night under the watch of the ink blue sky….
SIMBI’S DILEMMA Read MoreSHE CAUGHT HIM
Behind her at the centre of the parking lot was the statue of a man dressed in uniform, probably a policeman or anyone in the force. With the stick in his hand, he appeared to be shooing away two other images: an old woman clad in rags, crying, dragging her naked daughter away.
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