Edikan felt very miserable. He felt like unhanging the dead man who dangled from the ceiling. All these years of being a hangman, Edikan had never put himself in the shoes of either the hanged or the family

Sometimes, I wonder how the public hangman's life is like. Does he ever feel guilty for the deaths of those he's killed? How does he feel when the hanged man finally gives up the ghost? Does he ever regret

Itsey looked at the knife she wanted to stab herself with. The silver blade shone in the dark like it couldn't wait to get into her intestines or whatever part of her body she wanted to stab. Everything

John did not know what to do. He just wandered about in confusion under the bridge in Ikeja bustop. He had no idea how he was going to reach Emeka that night. Next, he saw some guys running at top speed.

I looked at Richard as he pulled his lips from that of the woman he was kissing. They were so engrossed in their moment of passion that they did not notice I had been in the room and watching them for

"See, I don't care what mum or anybody says. All I know is that I want a man in my life now.", Fola said, rolled her eyes and looked away. Shade took a long look at her younger sister and wondered

Some time ago, while discussing with someone, I got to, for the first time, wonder what gives very bad singers the morale to even attempt auditions in the first place. If you watch MTN Project Fame auditions,

Ndidiamaka touched her face again and looked at the blood on her hand from her face as if to read what was written on the blood. That was the sign of a second defeat. Tears from her eyes fell on her palm

Not every opportunity is to be seized. Some should just pass. It's might not be for you even if it stares at you in the face.

In Bouza, somewhere in Sokoto at 1:00pm. James had just finished a meal with his family. Grace, his second daughter was already telling her unending stories. When Grace was full with food, she usually

Crrrrrtch! Gbam! And that was it. Before my very eyes, a very pretty young woman was knocked down by a dark green Highlander. In two twinkles, the Highlander was faraway, leaving behind light dust and

My name is Tayo. I work with a vehicle rental service company which rents cars to couples on their wedding, to and from the wedding venue. I love my job because I get to see the beauty of love almost every

Sometimes, I just sit back and wonder if this generation of children are really enjoying their childhood. Some of us who are older 😀 understand the real meaning of play better than the children of this

Today, I made an attempt to inquire into something I've never bothered to read on before. In our society, when we talk about domestic violence and abuse, the discussion strays, by default, into feminism.

When speaking life from the pulpit of death Becomes a denouncement of truth or it's dearth I stop to wonder and ponder at the exile of truism Away from the breathing axis of homosapiens Or rather skeletal

"Ehen, Idara, forgive me o but I think your husband is doing stuff with your maid.", Grace said. Idara was shocked and she couldn't hide it. "Grace!why did you say so?!", something

I notice everything. It's not my fault. I'm just very observant. I can also read people. With one or two sentences you make, I can conclude on your type of person. If you start asking me too many questions,

I was eavesdropping. I heard Oge talk about her husband to her friend. Her words were punctuated by chokes of tears and sobs. Her heart was wounded and her eyes emitted salty water without ceasing. "Some

fiction "Helery!", a voice called from far behind. The voice was tainted with happiness and admiration. Sounded like one of those crazy teens of the teens church. Henry and Helen looked back

Dear wife, I am even ashamed to call you my wife. I've been less than a husband to you. I am the cause of your pain and anguish. Really, I regret. I miss the moments we shared as best friends, siblings