Where I come from, girls pray for this day and go over and beyond to look perfect. I am like them, gaping at my reflection in the mirror as my eyes well up. I just couldn’t hold back the tears even though my make-up artist had begged me to. I mean, […]
Debby stood in front of the dressing mirror, adjusting her gele for what felt like the hundredth time. She wasn’t even looking at her reflection anymore, she was just trying to stay busy, to distract herself from the chaos in her chest. Today was her best friend Chisom’s wedding, and Debby was the best lady.
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My face lit up with joy and a wide grin revealing my missing dentition as I gazed up at the tall figure before me. He held a tray balanced with three plates, each covered with another plate. With a warm smile, he handed me one of the plates. I scurried off excitedly to join my
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The Reality of Hard work Prosper had always dreamed of becoming a farmer. Growing up in a small village surrounded by lush green fields and dense forests, he had always been fascinated by the way things grew. As a young boy, he would spend hours helping his father on their small farm, learning the ins
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“Tomorrow is the New Yam festival,” Izi said, kicking the dust with her toes, an ornamented earthen jar sitting on her head. “I know that,” Nwigbe, her companion, replied. “I can’t wait for the coming-of-age ceremony happening at the palace court tomorrow. Everyone, including the prince, will be there to watch all the eligible young
As I stand in front the house that was once my home where I grew up and my forefathers stayed. The house that my forefathers built with their tears, sweat and blood. The house that was snatched from me by the people that came with nothing but their names begging my fathers for a place
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Scream. Another scream. More screams. And even more screams. The sounds echo throughout my house and float into my bedroom while i lay on my bed, shivering in fear. I should be hiding or something, but I’m stuck to the bed, unable to move because I’m tied to it. My brother and i had played
In every toxic friendship circle, no matter how rosy it starts, the group will eventually split into three subgroups: the victor, the victim and the victimizer. As the members of such a circle grow, a person will only be judged as a winner if, at the end of it all, he or she is a
Ayobola rushed into her room with her breath coming in ragged gasps, and her heart drumming in her chest. Her fingers trembled as they fumbled through her bag and the leather strap dug into her palm as she tore through its contents. She could feel something heavy on her chest, more like a pressure, threatening
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