Sure, you spend the majority of your day thinking about them. You spend hours at work, thinking about their lips and their hands and their face. You spend your lunch break missing the way they wrapped their arms around you even when you weren’t cold. And then you spend your nights tossing and turning, wishing so desperately that they were beside you. That they were with you now.
Nnena couldn’t sleep, she has been having sleepless nights since she got into the family of Mrs. Chioma, she was also thinking about her ghosts’ parent. She was sobbing incessantly. “This world is full of scorn, contempt and disdain for the poor, we are regarded as nothing but ragtag, riffraff, trash and scum.
I am a 27-year-old lady. I graduated some three years ago from the university. I have since completed the one year mandatory service.
Sorry Mort, you’re Just too short!”
They were going to say it again, I could read it on their expression and that scornful smirk on their faces was just proof that I was going to hear those exact words that has been my constant nightmare.
True love is first evolutionary, before it is revolutionary. Revolutionary love is the kind that takes your world by storm, sweeps you off your feet and turns your world right side up or upside down. When most of us claim we are looking for love, this romantic elixir is what we are yearning for.
Julie charged at Bernice but it was of no use, Bernice was way too powerful; with a quick force field she sent Julie metres backwards. Jack suddenly bold, but it was of no use either, she held him against the wall and threw him towards the same direction.
Julie was not ready to give this up, she charged at Bernice again but Bernice had taken off, soon the apartment went silent with Jack and Julie pacing breathlessly.
“Favour is gone?”
Mrs. Chioma sat in the sitting room reading the daily newspaper. Obinna was busy with a drawing using his drawing board, pencil, ruler and a sheet of A4 paper as his apparatus. Chiamaka is also busy watching a movie from the decoder. Nnena was in the kitchen cleaning the utensils. They whole house is as silent as a grave yard. Chiamaka broke the silent.
“Mummy, I want to dr
Voom! A Venza 2017 Model, beautifully pimped, arch in colour whizzed into the compound swiftly, Mrs. Chioma went out to welcome the August visitors. Lo and behold they are Mrs. Chioma children, a young, cute and handsome boy, I guess his age can’t transcend 13-15 years old, and a beautiful young girl, she took after Mrs. Chioma in appearance and her age can’t exceed 16-18 years old. They just came back from United State of America for vacation. They school in United State of America, and I
We embarked on the journey to Lagos. The Slave Dealer rode on his beautiful white horse, we (slaves) were plodding heavily, and his guards were trampling professionally with a very long whip on each of the guards hand, they were beating us as if we stole something costly and expensive from our boss (the slave trader), despite the fact that we are plodding and leaden heavily, different goods were backpacked on our backs like that of a camel or donkey, the guards were still insinuating that we are not walking fast as expected despite the heavy loads they loaded on our
Kidnapper! Kidnapper!! Kidnapper!!! Some villagers were chasing a kidnaper frantically and deucedly, some were chasing her bare-footed. Children, youths and adults were after the irritating kidnapper