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"You should have aborted me when you had the chance!" Enitan shouted back.
Her mouth fell open, as she staggered, holding on to the bed for stability. She felt like she had been hit by a boulder.
"What did you say?" She stammered.
"I know why you married dad."
Enitan tilted the edge of her beret to cover her face and hoped nobody would notice. The wound above her left eye was more pronounced now that it was daylight. She had her face to the floor as she rushed to her seat, oblivious to the figure approaching her. They collided just as she got … Continue reading Enitan: Episode 1
I was so stoked to be reconnecting with Jola. After ten years of separation, e-running into her was the least I expected would ever happen. It had felt like forever; not knowing where she was, what she was doing or if she was alive altogether. Jola and I had been best friends for 7 years … Continue reading What about me?
As I watched the bed turned crimson, I fell back and chocked on tears. Who have I become? I walked over to Dayo’s side and fell over his body as my body shook with sobs.
I ran the blunt edge of the knife across her cheek. “All Dayo did was take in your drunken ass for the night and you decided to repay his good for evil. You didn’t just break us up, he’s now dead because of you.”
I didn’t let her finish her sentence as I stuffed the sock back in her mouth.
Pulling out the diamond ring off my finger, I threw it at him as he stumbled while catching it.
“Bella, please. Don’t do this.”
“Go give that to Irene. Isn’t that what she has always wanted?”...
“Goodbye, Dayo.” I stormed angrily towards the door, pushing him out of the way. “And don’t follow me or I swear to God....” I screamed at him.
Ella looked around the room, eyes clouded with tears. Women in their various sizes and ages wailed. The men simply shook their heads and sighed. The unasked question remained plastered on everyone’s face. What happened to such a vibrant, young man? Five nights ago, Tobi had driven out of the house in anger after they … Continue reading How To Get Away With Murder
We’ve been made to believe that silence is golden when it’s only gold plated. For beneath that shimmery surface are varieties of colours telling one too many stories. The blue-black hue of a battered face, the thickening redness of a bleeding heart, or the blackness of a broken spirit. The Silence We Eat is a book … Continue reading The Silence We Eat: Oyindamola Shoola
I always took pride in talking about my successful weight loss journey. But the truth is a whole lot of ugliness transpired in between. I was inspired to write about this after reading "The Silence We Eat" By Oyindamola Shoola. So, this post is lowkey dedicated to her. The females in my family tend to … Continue reading My Battle With Anorexia (with pics)