#theinkwellprompt

My Dad Back in the days, teachers were underpaid. On the streets, we could see the labels of certain houses. Not for teachers. The mockery was everywhere. Teachers' clothes were either outdated or too

Every morning at exactly 6:15, Mama Adaeze stood by the window and watched the road. Nobody knew why. She lived alone in the old yellow house at the end of Odu Street, the one with the rusted gate and

I never thought I would be a witness. Not in court. Not for a crime. But as a witness to a life coming back. My name is Zainab and I am a witness to Aisha's return. Aisha is my neighbor in Bauchi. We grew

Goodday to everyone here. Is my first time writing here and i must say is wonderful to have a community like these and these is an interesting prompt. It came at the right time, just when a remarkable