Religion is the opium of the masses. ~Karl Max Guys, before you serve me that look, I know I said what I said about my next post but mehn, I can’t help this one – so, I’m moving the episode to next week whether y’all believe it or not but I’ll advise you do. So, a happy weekend to y’all! ...
My name is Nkiru. I was just seven when Papa started beating Mama. Every night, he would watch those violent movies over and over again ...
Getting out of bed was surprisingly a difficult task to do. . . The sun’s A-Game was strong like she wasn’t gonna allow anyone rain on ...
Entering the house was like trying to face a fear without breaking down before seeing it. I thought the once lonely house would become ...
Entering the house was like trying to face a fear without breaking down before seeing it. I thought the once lonely house would become ...
While I helped Mrs. Jones clear the table of left-over and hardly-touched meals, I watched Jide and Sade sorting their issues out at ...
Turning my mouth into a sprayer wasn’t enough scattering of the peaceful gathering; my wild appetite for the meal became cold. I ...
The drive to Chief and Mrs. Jones’ house was a silent one. Jide and I never uttered a word to each other unlike our usual routine of ...
Being too scared to spend the night in my room even though Jide offered his company, we had to crash at his side. Jide has a ...
The drive to the church with Jide was a solemn one. We never said a word to each other until after we arrived the church and he got ...
