Run Woman Run By Pelumi Agboola

I am done here. I am filled with so much pain. Tears fall uncontrollably like a faucet as I pack my bags. I have so many questions to ask myself….

Fatima – A Short Story

It was a very cold night in Abuja, my very first time in the capital city. I had heard so much about its tranquil scenery and grandeur.

IDENTITY by Olughu Kelia

I was thirteen when I used the word ‘vagina’ for the first time. Not that I was unaware of the word, but I never thought to use it.
“What is this?” he had asked putting his fingers inside.
He continued to probe, his fingers going higher while tears rolled down my cheeks.

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