Cold Comfort (a short story)

Maryam sighed as she stepped off the prayer mat. Pulling the hijab off her head, she looked at the clock. “I’ve warned Aisha to stop staying out so late. That girl never listens. She likes to have her way. But I will teach her a lesson she will never forget today.” Maryam stomped into the … Continue reading Cold Comfort (a short story)

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A course of study and the course of life. (a short story)

“What would you like to be in future?” I asked, scanning her fragile frame from head to toe. Brenda was one of my best students. One of those I tagged BWB - Beauty With Brains. It was as though her head was always on fire. She scored nothing less than 94% in every test, quiz … Continue reading A course of study and the course of life. (a short story)

The Night Shift – a short story to celebrate the International Day of the Girl Child.

I mounted my motorcycle to make my way back home. My job was done for the day, or rather night. I longed to collapse upon my fluffy bed. The cool early morning breeze blew against my hair and caressed my cheeks. The clock had barely struck five. At the bus stop, I noticed her - … Continue reading The Night Shift – a short story to celebrate the International Day of the Girl Child.

The little things (2)

Last Sunday, as Tochi drove the vehicle to church, it kept jerking vigorously and making a clanking sound. I feared that the tyres might give way or the engine might just fall out of place. At times, the engine revved in an unusual manner while other times, it slowed down on its own. Tochi kept … Continue reading The little things (2)

The little things (1)

I dread Sundays. It's usually an awful day of the week for me. Okay….Maybe that came out wrong, but I mean it. Don't get it twisted. I totally love everything about church; from the pulpit to the pews- the prayers, praises, sermon, congregation- EVERYTHING! However, I'd rather go to church in anything but my husband’s … Continue reading The little things (1)