• Monthly Stocktaking,  PERSONAL DIARIES

    While I was Away. . . 

    It is very refreshing to go away and take a break, to clear your head, and just get into something else. Francois Nars. A Happy Sallah Break guys! And A Happy New Week to y’all. I know it must feel uber cool to be resting on a Monday morning. At least, if I can’t speak for everyone, I can speak for Debs of Debwritesblog  . . . Well, it was officially 3 months yesterday that I took an indefinite break from blogging but I feel so glad doing my second blogpost post-break.  There were many reasons why I left and I think in subsequent posts, I’ll be talking about them but like I…

  • memoirs of a repentant slut,  Series

    Memoirs of A Repentant Hooker ~ Episode 28

    I couldn’t bring myself to imagine just for a little bit what Mrs. Coker was probably talking about. For a second, my mind wondered into the possibilities of sexual abuse and molestation but I really didn’t wanna believe it. I thought that was me allowing all the craziness going on in the world right now about sexual abuse to seep through my thoughts. Still, it was still difficult erasing the 75% chance that Amaka could be a victim of sexual violence. I held Mrs. Folake Coker by the arm; I could see tears trying to take formation in her pupils. She didn’t wanna talk no more but I needed more…

  • memoirs of a repentant slut,  Series

    Memoirs of A Repentant Hooker ~ Episode 27

    The idea of Amaka walking out of the house had left me so devastated that I couldn’t remember that I had obliged Jide’s request to pass the night in the bid to make me feel better. I didn’t know when I smacked Jide as I woke up, saw my hands all curled up against his body. He rolled and moved the back of his hand against his face making some sweet little sound like a beautiful puppy. I wasn’t gonna have none of that. I smacked him again. I guessed this time it was probably intentional. “Hey babe, what?” He asked all jerked up. “Look at the time!” I screamed…

  • memoirs of a repentant slut

    Memoirs of A Repentant Hooker ~ Episode 26

    Amaka came in a little bit late into the night. I was snacking on Cornflakes while I enjoyed watching a previous episode of How to Get Away with Murder having successfully devoured a bowl of fried plantains and egg earlier. She looked tired and overly famished. I looked at her for a minute with the mindset of bombarding her with all of the questions I had in mind but the more I kept on thinking about it, the more I felt I was being held back by Jide’s words.  “Something to eat other than this?” She asked pointing at my cornflakes while she sat beside me. “Yea but you’d have…

  • Flash Fiction

    Eke Market

    This piece was originally published on artymedium.com of course by yours truly! Enjoy. “Amaka, how many times have I told you to stop dragging that your useless feet up and down the house like you don’t know today is Eke market?” Eke market day was once always one to look forward to. Mama’s voice always sounded differently every Eke market. It was always like that was the only day the gods had declared her fortunate. Mama sells like say juju dey worry her even to the intimidation of the once friendly Mama Ugo who would shout, scream, curse and threaten Mama. “No be the same market we dey sell?” “E…