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 …
Category: Fiction
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 …
Written by By Irenosen Akharele Ivie woke up without a headache for the third day in a row and she knew she did not have her daughter to thank for it. She had almost started thinking …
Written by By Irenosen Akharele It had been three days and Eseohe was getting comfortable having Mali around. She went to pick a few clothes from the house and let her daughter know that she wasn’t …
Written by By Irenosen Akharele “Jesus! He was married?” Mali’s eyes were the size of saucers and Eseohe had to hold in a laugh. She nodded and the girl heaved a sigh. “Men are so useless.” …
Written by By Irenosen Akharele Eseohe tried her best not to creak her daughter’s front door as she stepped into the house with a faint smile on her face. She had decided to surprise both her …
The third time I saw her was at the stream. She was wearing shorts that stopped two inches from her knees, and a sleeveless top that looked more comfortable in the heat than the long skirt …