Fiction
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.
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
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
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
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
KITO DIARIES PRIZE FOR WRITING: WHERE HAPPINESS IS ALL THAT MATTERS
When you get to Ifem’s late husband’s compound, you will see a crowd. Men, women and children will be gathered in front of the compound. They will be like balls
THE GIRL IN BELLO HOSTEL
“Why though?” Kelechi asks. “I just don’t want you anymore,” I answer. The look of hurt in her eyes makes me want to be anywhere but around her. Luckily, she
NONDISCLOSURE
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CONSEQUENCES
Stepping into the street, you wince. The glare of the scorching sun prompts you back into the house to get sunshades. Then you step out again. Now you are ready
Hello From The Other Side
It happened after that afternoon at Tobi’s place. He had earlier called, wanting me to come over for a mini-orgy. And since I was horny, bored and wanted to get
