• FICTION

    There is no Color

    She was one of those girls he had the privilege of saying, “Oh that is my childhood friend.” Except he would only brag to his friends and never to himself. Because one time, when he was 10 and she was 7, she stepped out in a bubbly yellow-themed dress with different floral patterns. She looked amazing, so much that, many years down the line, he still remembers her presence overpouring in the room immediately she entered the Sunday school class. Because he was a good boy, and he hardly ate his offering, alright, he ate a little, but always kept some for the big man up there, his angels were…

  • FICTION

    S for Stalker

    S: Anyway, you and I are to meet officially tonight. Use the day to put your affairs in order. S: Oh and about the body, warm water first. Nobody wants to die in a body they loathe. Imagine being trapped there for the rest of your life. Tragic!

  • FICTION

    Dr. Death

    They say death is painless and yet mine was fuelled by agony. Death is painful especially if you did not want to die. Like me. It's the grieving for the loss of the life you should and would have lived. It is the painful thought of living behind your sons after promising to return home. The agony of your children having to grow up without a mother. The broken promises of living behind your better half even after promising twice to return to him.

  • FICTION

    One Last Night Stand

    You are in the club cuddling a glass of exotic whiskey, it’s not your regular joint, you are not supposed to be here. If anything, you were to spend the night at a girlfriend’s place catching up. Recently the sun and the moon have been exchanging shifts in a rather fast way. So you’re seated at the counter at an angle you can see half the club. You notice how people struggle to remain modest in their high-end attire. You wonder why one would come to the club to maintain an image. Everybody is talking but none is conversing. You see, somewhere between the movement of their jaws and the…

  • FICTION

    The Journey of Loving the Sun

    My name is Faraja, I am currently 39. Of course, I have not always been 39. I was once 12 but between 16 to 36 is the reason I have gathered all of you here. Unlike many people who say things like, “I don’t know what I did with my 20s,” I say things like I don’t know what I did with 20 years of my existence. Don’t get me wrong, no, I was not caught up in indecisions, partying, goals, almost written off degrees, forget about being caught up in pursuit of orgasms or love, no! While else most people (that I talked about up there) might have been…