Nobody is as serious about marriage as a mother who is desperate for their daughter to get married. My mother started with subtle hints about finding a serious relationship that would lead to marriage when I turned 23. The hints became pointed questions and suggestions when I turned 25 and showed no interest in relationships in general. By 27, she started begging, using emotional blackmail, and trying to set me up with her friends’ sons and “nice young men” she …
Category: Fiction
A short story by Angel Nduka-Nwosu I The Bible says that out of the belly of those that believe in God shall flow springs of living water. But when I, Pastor Mrs Karinate Cole (née Fubara), …
I found out my mother was dead while I was on a bus in Croydon. I had just finished a twelve-hour shift and my feet hurt so badly I could barely feel them anymore. The old …
When you come from a family where everyone is naturally slim with flat tummies because you grew up thinking eating once a day was normal, you don’t take anyone who shuns money seriously. “I’m telling you, …
Rami spent most of Sunday confused and anxious. She couldn’t talk to anyone about this because she didn’t know who to trust. Besides, everyone would think that she was crazy. Could she speak to the police? …
Rami slowly came awake, stretching as she turned. The silence told her that the rain had stopped sometime in the early morning. The weather was still cool, though, so she was grateful for the long rain. …
When Rami’s phone rang at midnight that day, she was awakened from such a deep slumber that she didn’t even check the caller ID or the time. She had been expecting a friend from the USA …
PART 2 Despite their agreement, they still couldn’t stay away from each other. Instead, they started soft sexting. It began as just a flirty comment about what had happened the previous night and the suggestive stickers, …
PART 1 Olivia locked eyes with Noah as she slowly sank to her knees in front of him. The tiles were cold beneath her, but she barely noticed. Her focus was on the way his breath …
I was dreading returning home for the New Year. Kwame and I had enjoyed an amazing Christmas alone on vacation, and it was now time to spend the new year with family. I had missed my …
Read part 1 here I arrive at Bosphorous with six minutes to spare, but Adwoa and the rest are already there. The aroma of delicious food is making me hungry, and I’m grateful I already told …