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?”
Flash Fiction: Pardon the Nurture by Amarachukwu Nnoli
PARDON THE NURTURE “Hello? Mummy, kèdù? how’re you?” “Nne’m, I’m okay, àrù dí” “How is Father?” “Err…emm… O di mma, he is fine”