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“Angie!” Zabby storms into my room, and I sigh. “What?” I ask irritably, dropping my phone. She plops on my bed, oblivious to my mood. “There’s a photography training here in Abuja and it looks legit,” she holds her phone up to my face, almost into my eyes. I push the phone back and take […]

I’ve been back home from Hassan’s for a while now. Going to his place was refreshing, but the problems that existed before I went to visit him are still alive, and even though I’ve tried to bury myself in more work, they are not letting up. I got myself into a 3-day photography training which

“Didn’t you say you wanted to learn photography at some point? You could do that now.” “Zabby, that was a long time. Not sure I still want it.” I answer my cousin and flatmate. I asked her to suggest what I can do to ignite the creativity and enthusiasm within me.  “It was that silly

I’m driving to PortHarcourt to spend some days with Hassan. We met at the camp during my service year after school and have been inseparable ever since. I decided to drive because driving helps clear my head. And my head has been in a dense place for days now. Memories that were archived in heavily-walled

“Tell me you didn’t like it.” She says as I move away from her. My parents were supposed to be home this weekend, but they had called and apologised ahead, saying they couldn’t make it. They said they’ll be home for two weeks straight to make it up to me. If they noticed how unusual

I’m still in the rote and it’s beginning to feel stifling and boring. I haven’t heard from Tochi, Eliam’s father and my ex, once in the past year and it’s fine. I’m making peace with it and am actually glad that he won’t be a menace to my son and me. With Tochi gone and

It’s not that I don’t want to commit. There’s just usually a block. I tried therapy for a while and I didn’t like it. I know what the problem is, I’m simply not certain that I can handle unravelling it. And at this age, I’m also not certain that the problem cares whether or not

Trigger Warning: This story includes scenes depicting child sexual abuse. This warning has been provided to allow you to make an informed decision about whether to continue reading. Please consider your emotional well-being before interacting with this content if you have experienced trauma connected to sexual abuse in the past. … It’s been a year

It’s been over five months at my new job, and I’m enjoying every bit of it. Eliam, my son, has been staying with my parents, and I still share an apartment with Zabby, my cousin. After Tochi, I did a mental reset. Actually, the mental reset was before we eventually broke up. We haven’t been

Trigger Warning: This story includes scenes depicting child sexual abuse. This warning has been provided to allow you to make an informed decision about whether to continue reading. Please consider your emotional well-being before interacting with this content if you have experienced trauma connected to sexual abuse in the past. … “Omo, you dey craze.