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WHORE Of BABYLON (Episode 17)

I bite down hard on my lip, feeling my blood pulse underneath the skin as I pull the sling bag over my head and throw it to an unknown part

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PURE BLACK GREY (Episode 9)

Douglas and Jovi?! Really? I looked for Jovi in his study, but he wasn’t there. I went down the stairs to check for him in the living room and he

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PURE BLACK GREY (Episode 8)

I stared at the toothbrush in my hand, my sleep-fogged brain not coming up with a ready explanation for why I didn’t recognize it before I covered it with toothpaste

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WHORE Of BABYLON (Episode 16)

Jide is already waiting for me in an ash-coloured Nissan Maxima. His uncle must be rich, I think to myself with some spark of interest. I will have to research

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WHORE Of BABYLON (Episode 15)

Previously on WHORE OF BABYLON… * The questions are pouring in and mounting pressure. They keep twirling in circles inside my head. The answers are scant. Too sparse – and

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PURE BLACK GREY (Episode 7)

“You’re staying with me from now on,” Jovi said as we settled in his kitchen. He had driven behind me as I dropped Douglas back at his house. During the

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DOWN LOW (EPISODE 15)

Previously on DOWN LOW… * An hour later, Martin found himself back at his desk, contemplating the wisdom of his decision to let Rotimi back into his life. You in

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PURE BLACK GREY (Episode 6)

Click HERE for previous episodes of Pure Black Grey… * What is love, really? Flowers, chocolate, and poetry? Or is it something else? Is it being able to finish someone’s

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I Won’t Let You Fall

I was born blind, on one such cold night in Zagreb – the last child of my father, the first of my mother. She was declared barren by the enchanting

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Lights, Camera, Action!!! (Episode 3)

The first time I heard the word ‘lesbian’, I couldn’t breathe for a while. I was in Primary 3 and in love with a girl in my class, Hazel. It