Her eyes were soft, resting so well within her oval face, where her small lips settled, poised lovingly like they dared to draw you into a kiss.

When the AprilCentaur Network asked Oyinda who she was, she introduced herself as one who eagerly takes on various endeavours, only to let go when she senses its time has passed.

When the AprilCentaur Network sat down with Emike in an engaging and light-hearted conversation, she introduced herself as a lively young woman from Edo State who recently

He rattled a fist in front of her face and warned her not to shout again, or he would bury a punch in her womb. She ignored his warning and slapped her palms

She stands up from among the bodies piled around her. Notices the air as it flows through her scalp. She does not smell the decomposed corpses because she has attained

My eyes fall, sewn into the floor. The stones are like thorns jutting the ground. In the night, when I am forced to go barefoot. With a pitchfork protruding the small of my back.

In my tendency today, I want to write in my perceived image of myself. Let me imagine my voice to be consequential, patronal of words that sometimes have no meaning until I arrange it in its needed form.

There weren't always dragons in the valley, but we may not have known because this one was human. We could not believe our eyes or ears when we heard it. It was like being in a riot.

I will worship what you worship as long as it is good to me. I am the only one in the world, watch how I talk to myself.

I am a loving boy, I will do as I wish. I like to hurl stones, round and firm from tightened fists onto passing pedestrians.