Written By Nyambura “It feels like tears falling from my eyes,” he tells me when he is pulling out. As I absorb those words, I keep looking at him. He has wonderful eyes. They are a …
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Written by Karen Muthoni I saw you. You were there with me, not her.Me.We danced naked, And cooked Chinese, And kissed French. Heard you call it cliché now. I could hear you. Your voice; that raspy delicate tone …
Written by Adanna Uzoma Dear Diary (Scratch that! Dear Adventures Readers), I think I might be barren…and maybe, I don’t mind. No, it hasn’t been verified and substantiated by the doctor. So, how do I know? …
Written by Nnennaya Finding love in Nigeria is tough—especially when all you want is a healthy, fulfilling connection that’s free from stress and toxicity. After enduring the pain and exhaustion of three stressful relationships in the …
Written by Moraa. Three months without your touch,seems minimal, but is much.My memory of you is outstanding,your painful absence notwithstanding. I touch myself to thoughts of you,I cum hard but still feel blue.I wish the world …
Written by Wolverine Her: Lips warm, soft, pliant against mine. His tongue invades my mouth. I’m on my tippy toes, head tilted up, my arms on his broad shoulders. Him: As our tongues dance, I can …
Written by Highest Kite, from the ‘Rebel’ series You know what’s funny but dangerously not funny? How none of my friends nor I want childrenTwo of us have had abortionsone of us more than once Don’t ask me how, …
Written by Wolverine Once upon a time I was young & carefree,Naive and in love.I lacked for nothing.I had my twin babies planned.I had wanted a ring with an emerald flower centerpiece.I wanted a gown, in …
Written by Highest Kite, from the ‘Rebel’ series whatever My face is wet whatever My heart is heavy whatever My mind is cramped whatever He won’t text back whatever My lips feel sewn whatever How do …
Written by Wolverine It’s been a long, hectic week. Stress has consumed me day & night. Constant chats, On and off calls, Threads of ongoing emails. The screen torturing my eyes begins to create a throbbing …