Paul

  • Her bed grew moist and sticky, like mud. She laid supine, unmoving, basking in the stench of blood. The colours on her walls soon seemed as faded as water-colours, and the air, as thin as floating threads. She […]

  • Her fingers trailed along the walls of Ikenna’s hut. It felt like the bark of a tree. It held deep cracks sprawled across it, in the shape of lightening bolts. It was crowned in raffias for a roof, and the air […]

  • Paul wrote a new post, Shards 2 months, 1 week ago

    I pick up shards of mama’s beautiful vase—each covered in warm blood. My ribs still burn from how hard Uncle kicked me. Mama will wash the shards and sell each piece to the local blacksmith. With the money, we w […]

  • The moon watched me from the sky with a glaring glow. Rain struck my back like falling arrows. I bent, surrounded my trees, digging, stabbing the earth with my blood stained shovel, until the grave was deep […]

  • Hello Papa,
    When mama said you moved to a better place—a land of greener pastures—I was heartbroken. How could you leave me here? How can you be in a better place without me? Everywhere is cold without you, and […]

  • Dear Nnamdi,
    You remember, don’t you?
    Your father spoke highly of Lagos—the fine city with many riches, and buildings that kiss the clouds. You dreamt of living there, didn’t you? You claimed you would journey t […]

  • Dear Nnamdi,
    You remember, don’t you?
    Your father spoke highly of Lagos—the fine city with many riches, and buildings that kissed the clouds. You dreamt of living there, didn’t you? You claimed you would j […]

  • ‘Mama, I can’t go,’ Chinwe grumbled. She slumped on her bamboo bed.
    ‘Will you shut up! Don’t you know the walls are thin? He can hear you from the parlor? Do you want him to carry his people and go?’
    ‘Mama, […]

  • Paul wrote a new post, Burnt 2 months, 1 week ago

    “Don’t look,” says Papa. “We must return to Nigeria.”

    He slings me over his shoulder, as he manoeuvres through the crowd. His hands tremble. His strides are quick, and I hear the huff and puff of his breath. […]

  • I miss the peaceful nights in the village, where the air is filled with the beautiful songs of crickets; where my siblings and I sit around burning woods, and tell stories under the moonlight, as the crackling […]

  • Paul liked Home. (So far, This post has 1 likes) 2 months, 3 weeks ago

  • Paul wrote a new post, Home 2 months, 3 weeks ago

    Brother Ikenna has gone to a better place—this is what everyone says. They say the place is carpeted with evergreen grasses and blooming trees, with leaves of plenty colours. They say the birds sing every m […]

  • Years ago, when Girl was little. Girl played with her friends, Ikenna and his sister. They plucked mangoes from trees, and played with sand. Ikenna chased the girls around, until Girl surrendered and reclined […]

  • Paul liked Sapphic. (So far, This post has 8 likes) 3 months, 1 week ago

  • Paul liked And She Smiled. (So far, This post has 1 likes) 3 months, 1 week ago

  • She stood on the podium, smiling at the crowd of cheering faces. They loved her, and had gathered to support her, holding up banners of kind words. Forty years ago, she bragged to her friends she will grow up to […]

  • Chioma knelt down, crying—her eyes, bloodshot and saggy from sleepless nights. She dug her fingers into her dishevelled hair, moaning softly. She couldn’t believe what she was looking at.

    Chioma’s daughter d […]

  • Maathai flashed a rushing smile like the roar of the Nile; the bronze glow lit up in her cheeks like the setting sun. She fought for a greener world with her hands in the soil, and equality in gender with her […]

  • Paul wrote a new post, Aduke 3 months, 2 weeks ago

    Aduke was lonely. She sat on her front porch, in the village, feeding birds with her thin trembling hands. She could feel her heartbeat flutter, and a frown shape her wrinkled face. Aduke’s sons lived in big […]

  • Chiwendu spat. Her thin frail hands longed to feel the flesh on her children’s face. She could see the outline of death’s ugly spade in her inner eyes. It had been fifteen years since she last saw him. They said […]

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