He seldom stood on the porch gazing into the blank distance, but every time he camped there, Papa and Mama must have found reasons to punch each other out.

I am selfish to a fault. I say this with an air of resignation, not with any senseless ode to repentance. How do I know this, you ask? Well, read my story below.

There are times when life will choke your neck and make you say “Ah ahn,” like one who hands a bite of food to a friend who snatches it, devours it all in your presence, and kicks you a forever taste of their shit-stained shoe.

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.