The Suicide Note

The Suicide Note

Dear Pat, I am writing because I am unable to do anything else. Unable to breathe. Unable to think. Unable to sleep. I have been able to eat…

Memories of the Ghost

Memories of the Ghost

The Saturday chill, at 7:05 a.m., makes me curl my toes inside the cosy blanket as I turn on the other side. The rumbling in my stomach…

The Pillows

The Pillows

I manage to slip out of the office at midday, hoping that what I have done for the day will be enough. I curse underneath my breath as the…

Voices

Voices

She hung herself; my mother, in our single-roomed, mud-walled, newly-thatched main house. I saw how fear rose through her, how it cuddled…

Unquenched Thirsts

Unquenched Thirsts

Every day, I continue to hate the very first day our paths crossed. I curse at the cold morning, pushing me farther and farther out of town…

Stalker in my Head

Stalker in my Head

I am struggling to breathe. I am panting. I am trying, in vain, to pull myself up. There are a million sharp needles sitting tight on my…

Voices in Your Head

Voices in Your Head

“You curl up in bed as you listen to Charlie Puth’s “attention”. You wonder if you’re the being who just wants attention; nothing more…

Locked

Locked

The first time I set foot at a police station, I sat in one of the dingy corners, on a thin, short, hard wooden bench, with my arms folded…

Bad Words

Bad Words

I was about eight years old when someone walked up to me and said, “It is because your mother is the class teacher, that is why you are…

In Questions (Part 2)

In Questions (Part 2)

Beautiful, is such a lousy way to describe me; Ijeoma Umebinyuo (If you haven;t read the first part of this, click here) “…But because words…

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