It was another Thursday; my lecture free day and we were supposed to meet up. I picked up my phone; still no message or missed call from him. I wanted to call so badly but I knew it could only land me in trouble. He...
Rukky
… OF STRONG WOMEN AND BROKEN ONES
Growing up in Lagos is not exactly the most pleasant memory I have. My family never lived in one place for long; so the concept that our beliefs, values, and teachings emanate from the impact of the people around us...
THE DARKEST HOURS OF GRIEF
Abimbola shuddered violently as she pressed the back hoodie to her face. She breathed in deeply, letting the smell of sweat and his very familiar perfume wash over her. It should make her feel better but now she only...