Written by Toluwani The apartment was dark and silent when they entered and smelled sweetly of sandalwood. Being home calmed Anansi immensely. She had secured her prey. She shut the door softly and turned on the LED lights to a deep red. “Shoes off, please.” “Yes, madame.” Anansi led Crystal away from the door, closer to her room. “Would you like anything to drink?” “No, madame. I just want you, madame.” Anansi growled under her breath and swept Crystal off …
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Written by By Toluwani (Note: Oxa is pronounced Osha) At 6:35 am, the sun snuck in through the window and alighted on Anansi’s face. She awoke with a start, already on her feet, naked, and covered …
Read part two here. Confused but grateful nonetheless, I hurried home to take a much-needed bath to wash away the last few hours of my life. I was on the edge of a breakdown, but I …
I gasped as I was unceremoniously pushed onto my knees in the centre of the town square by one of the men who had arrested me from home at the crack of dawn. I faced the …
You meet him at the supermarket. You are at the counter, ATM card in hand. Chatter rising and falling, music bouncing on the walls. He taps your shoulder and you turn around. He has a strong …
There are stories of the ghost who limps, or weeps, or runs into the clothing shop on Sunday mornings. They say she is searching for her husband’s mistress. They say she walked in on a Sunday …
Written by Irenosen Akharele Four girls, drunk out of their minds, attempted to drag themselves up the stairs of the airbnb they had rented for the week, giggling despite their best efforts at a stealthy entrance …
It is next week. I am slightly nervous but determined. I have given Dr. Amankwah a brief memory that is recurring in my mind, and now my eyes are closed, focusing on her voice that sounds …
PART 1 “I hate my mother.” The woman sitting on the beige antique chair across from me doesn’t show any reaction to my unusual announcement. She is a pretty woman in her late thirties, about 5ft9, …
The next morning, Rosie woke up next to her husband in the guest room to find him watching her pensively. She groaned in frustration, the morning-after glow evaporating when she saw that he obviously regretted the …
The week after the Prayer Circle was formed, the three women — Mary, Nana Adjoa, and Rosie — were on cloud nine. They had found a new purpose that excited them and also gave them something …