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LIVING AGAIN

We were both quarreling that day. Our voices were raised and angry. My voice especially, a sharp tongue scissoring the air, had not a single pause in it. How could

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IN THE CLOSET

You were 5 when you had your first closet. Dark hardwood with a light brown varnish, it became your sanctuary. It was easy for Ifeoma and Olisa, your older siblings,

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BETWEEN DELLE AND DENNIS MACAULAY

Dennis is in his late thirties and works as a university professor in one of the universities in Southern Nigeria. He is married with two children, but since his family

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DAMNED IF YOU DO, DAMNED IF YOU DON’T

There are a lot of words that can be used to replace fear. Trepidation, horror, fright, terror, panic, alarm, agitation… All of these, and more, were what you felt when

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EVERYTHING GOOD WILL COME (Part 2)

Previously on EVERYTHING GOOD WILL COME…   5 You fell into depression days later. You were as broken as you were self-loathing. You couldn’t see a possible future where everything

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EVERYTHING GOOD WILL COME

1 He came to your Facebook messenger and stirred up a conversation. You were reluctant to reply at first. His account was a catfish, with photos of semi-nude Black bodybuilders.

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LETTING GO

His lips always taste like honey. It’s like addictive nectar on my tongue, spreading through me and burning my soul with need, desire, lust and maybe, just maybe, love. A

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KITO DIARIES PRIZE FOR WRITING: NOT AT THE WARFRONT

Darkness. Total darkness. Not a single light in sight. It was like a continuous descent into a bottomless dark pit, and then she stopped falling and slowly crawled up the

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KITO DIARIES PRIZE FOR WRITING: MORE THAN THE NOTHING WE ARE

When he went into the toilet, I noticed the strong musky scent in the room. It felt as though someone else had been here before me, but I ignored it

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KITO DIARIES PRIZE FOR WRITING: THE MAN IN A GOWN

“He doesn’t matter,” your father says. You keep your face expressionless, your lips set in the same tight line they were minutes ago. You know your father thinks you didn’t