Prose: Just friends
“Chukelu, we should stick to being just friends.” I said with conviction in my voice…
Browsing: Prose
Idemmili: The First Tale
It had rained for seven days. The clouds let loose heavy torrents that drowned the…
Prose: Your Killer Legs
You’re riding in your boyfriend’s car, legs crossed on the dashboard. You sit that way…
As Told By An Onlooker
Today, I stood by the road in New Haven, Enugu, hoping to get a cab.…
One Night Stand
I had not asked to have Bobby in my life. I had not even asked…
We Do Not Breed Chameleons
by Ijeoma Ossi When Odera came back from the US on holiday the first surprise…