Tag "Boarding School"

Series (Non-Fiction) 23 Comments

WHILE WE WERE YET KIDS (Part 8)

When I was in boarding school, my set was very significant for a lot of things. We had a great number of rule breakers, bad boys and pretty girls. In

Series (Non-Fiction) 29 Comments

HOSTEL CONFESSIONS

Chapter 1: The Beginning “Kwadobe nu. Unu na-aga boarding house,” my father said to me and my old brother as he stepped into the house that day after work. He

Our Stories 27 Comments

DAMAGED (Part 2)

Previously on DAMAGED… * My first week in the hostel was nice. All my classmates were nice to me. They visited my room often to see me. The ones that

Editor's Desk 25 Comments

GROWING UP GAY IN THE BOARDING SCHOOL

When I hear stories about boarding schools that severely penalize homosexual acts between students, where there are even students who act as snitches, ratting out to the school authorities those

Fiction 5 Comments

FEELS GOOD TO BE BAD

“Look at this moron,” Akere said, as she made a thumping motion with her right foot, which made her round breasts jiggle. I was a student of a girls only

Our Stories 31 Comments

WHIPS

Remember Unoma, who wrote Internet Lover (Read HERE)… Well, she has sent in another piece for our reading delight, an extract from her upcoming memoir, Embracing My Shadow. Check on

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TO BE YOUNG AND IN LOVE (Chapter 3)

The exam hall was quiet, peaceful and serene. Well, that was just the exam hall. I could see the anxiety and worry on almost all the faces I glimpsed. It

Series (Fiction) 25 Comments

TO BE YOUNG AND IN LOVE (Chapter 2)

I opened my eyes and the first thing they settled on was the big black head of my roommate, with his saliva drooping from his mouth as he took a

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TO BE YOUNG AND IN LOVE

I raised my head and our eyes met. His firm cheek bones elevated as he gave that beautiful smirk I’d been dreaming about all day. He mouthed some words but

Series (Fiction) 19 Comments

BUNKSIDE FRENZY (Episode 4)

The weeks rolled into months which in turn rolled into years. Three years passed. I was now in my final year at the Marian Academy. I could hardly believe that

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