I met Brian at our local church, it was a sunny day and I'd arrived late. Brian was at the entrance talking with one of the church ushers when I raced in. I was trying to meet up with Pastor's Simon sermon

Most times my heart misleads Drives me through the path of fantasies And awakens my hormones I feel attracted to him with the little time spent together Although faraway, he seems closer than I could dream

Eniola rushed out of the kitchen with a flask of food in her hand to the dining table where her eight-year-old daughter, Dami was eating breakfast. She unzipped her lunch bag and arranged the flask of

I'd been trying to lie to myself about how I feel. How my heart races and my pulse beats rapidly. I'd always been in a haste to say goodbye but deeply I didn't want the call to end soon. I sulked as he

Source: ( I refused to let go of Brian as the train susurrated at his arrival. It was here finally and it moved till it halted slowly. The doors were opened and passengers stepped into the train. I peered

"It doesn't matter how hard your heart had been shattered. How wounded you are. The shame and guilt you bear and the ugly times you had experienced in the hands of your ex-lover. You will find true

Church service on Sunday wasn't complete with Pastor Simon's sermons which grasped the attention of everyone including the babies. His voice was as loud as the megaphone and I often wonder why he uses

I'd never believed that true love existed and people fell in love at first sight. I'd been hard on myself and prevented myself from falling in love. Love for me was two-faced. It made me wonder how two

The soft noises coming out of the bedroom made Stella come to a halt and listen as she clicked the door open. She recognized the first one as her husband's and a female voice ensued which sounded familiar.

She sat at the front pew of the church. Her hands clasped in front of her on her laps. Her eyes were settled on the church choir as they sang the congregational hymn. She wore a pink floral dress with

It'd been six years of loneliness, singleness, and restlessness after my last relationship which ended in premium tears. Should I say I was a fool for loving Marcus? For giving him my heart, body, and

{Image source: It began like a whispering in the air. The day had been beautiful and the sky cloudless. I had finished grinding the millets at the backyard and stored the flour in an airtight containers