SHORT STORY: DRY THIS TEARS BY MARY JANE CHIAMAKA .A. OKORO
One day, he spoke. He had called you nne, as he watched them do what they did to you, he was in the arms of another woman, Mazi Uzundu’s wife, who pretended to be touched by the situation.
FOR BOYS WHO SAID MY GOODBYE SOUNDS LIKE THE CRY OF A FALLING GIRL By John Chizoba Vincents.
” I will always fight in the form of a goodbye even when my words sound like the cry of a falling girl.”
Fiction: The Grace in Motherhood by Adesina Ajala
I raised my back against
the wall with my elbows. She supported me to adjust well. Our eyes met and I
pursed my lips to ask: “How did you know that I’m sick, mother?”