Tag "Pain"

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A MOMENT IN TIME

“So when did you know that you are queer?” Chike asked. I was taken aback. I hadn’t expected that. Chike was someone I met on Grindr late last year. We

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THROUGH THE DARKNESS

The latter half of 2020 was as exciting for me as an argument with seven dimwits would be for an intellectual. Time became so meaningless that I needed significant events

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SAVE ME FROM HELL

I am a 25-year-old gay Nigerian living with sickle cell disease, and it has been a journey. I grew up feeling ashamed of myself, feeling like something was wrong with

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JUST LIKE OLIVER TWIST (Closure)

EDITOR’S WORD: This is the third installment in the story titled JUST LIKE OLIVER TWIST. Just to recap, the writer, Tony, was in a relationship with Prince – Prince, the

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DEAR DIARY

Monday, 30th of March, 2020 Dear Diary, It’s been four years since I came home. The air is still as tense as the day I left. Dad almost sent me

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FROM RAINBOW TO NOTHING

It had rained earlier and the concrete is cold and slippery as I climb over the bridge and stood on the tiny ledge. A vicious wind blows at me, as

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THE AFTERMATH

You’ve read the stories. We Are Here: The Attack. We Are Here: The Hunt. We Are Here: The Retribution. And I was a survivor of the experience. In the stories,

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A VIOLENT SHADE OF RED

Love, they say, conquers all things. I’m now sure that that’s not entirely true. For I wonder why love hasn’t conquered all the pain that have weighed down on my

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JUST LIKE OLIVER TWIST (A Chain Of Unhappiness)

EDITOR’S NOTE: The beginning part of this story, JUST LIKE OLIVER TWIST, was told back in January. And since then, there have been developments to the lives of the people

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A Rehearsal for Loneliness

My ex-boyfriend is seated opposite me, here in my friend’s house. Calling him “ex” makes me feel some type of way, because our breakup was not exactly conventional. You know,