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.

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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)

LOVE CHILD (Part 4)

Mma became very withdrawn. She often buried herself in her thoughts. She felt so dirty and prayed constantly to God for forgiveness. She cried all day, her heart felt heavy and she suffered from a guilty conscience. She wished that she could do penance for her waywardness and take away all the guilty feelings. Mma … Continue reading LOVE CHILD (Part 4)