PostsCommentsPayoutszerah (65)in The Ink Well • 17 days agoQuiet Peaces My brain was full. But it wasn't the productive kind. It was the kind where your brain is filled with only noise and nothing makes sense. This time I was staring at a page that stopped making sense tozerah (65)in The Ink Well • 22 days agoOn A Lonely RoadRobbed It happened so fast the night I got robbed. Just like every other day, the road looked calm. I had worked late that night, and my bus had broken down two stops before my street. It was taking timezerah (65)in The Ink Well • 26 days agoThe Life I Prayed ForI was nine years old when I first told God exactly what I wanted. I wasn't in church, nor was it any prayer meeting. It was just me and the silent desires of my heart, let out to God in quiet solitudezerah (65)in The Ink Well • 28 days agoUnderweighedUnderweighed Balogun market was already in full swing by the time Mama Chinedu parked her car at the lot. I checked my time; it was 8:00 a.m. Even though we were very early, voices were already risingzerah (65)in The Ink Well • 3 months agoLoving MeThe yellow Danfo oozed of damp upholstery and the faint, metallic tang of old rusty metals. I pressed my forehead against the vibrating window of the almost rickety bus dancing its way down the streetszerah (65)in The Ink Well • 3 months agoRunaway From HomeI had always threatened to move out as a kid whenever Mummy would shout at me. On that particular day, I knew it was my sign to leave. Mummy had just shouted at me for emptying her talcum powder on thezerah (65)in The Ink Well • 3 months agoVacancy At DinnerVacancy At Dinner Our dining room was never just like a random room in the house. A simple square space with cream-painted walls stained by years of cooking smoke and hands, with a window that was neverzerah (65)in The Ink Well • 3 months agoThe Fool I Needed To Be The Fool I Needed To Be I raised my hand before I realized it was too late to change my mind. The lecture hall was already hot that Wednesday afternoon, the kind of afternoon heat that sticks to your back,zerah (65)in The Ink Well • 4 months agoSimmerMama Chinedu had promised to teach me how to cook her native soup, the one I had watched her make countless times but never managed to get right on my own. So that particular Saturday evening, after Izerah (65)in The Ink Well • 4 months agoMutedThat weird feeling never announces itself, or its arrival. Just quietly it appears, just the way dust settles on a white cloth. That Tuesday, my room held me in, shielding me from the harsh heat in Lagos.zerah (65)in Freewriters • 4 months agoLittle Ada _ Pic1000The small can is on the ground, Family and friends have all gather around. Waiting for the special reveal. Would it be a boy or a girl to be. Blue the say would be a boy. And pink a girl. Suddenly, pinkzerah (65)in The Ink Well • 4 months agoWeight Of The River"Useless! Rotten, muddy sludge-trap!" The roar of the river swallowed Musa’s scream. He stood in the stern of their narrow wooden boat, shaking a net that seemed like a little pull would tearzerah (65)in The Ink Well • 4 months agoJingle BellsDeep in the heart of the village of Oakhaven, where snow fell like powdered sugar and chimneys hummed with the scent of pine, lived an old woodworker named Silazerah (65)in The Ink Well • 5 months agoSilent LagosI jerked up from the bed. Something felt off. Something I couldn't pinpoint immediately. I listened but it wasn't there. Lagos wasn't announcing its morning properly. Lagos wasn't awake. I stood up andzerah (65)in The Ink Well • 5 months agoFumeFume The room felt wrong. As my eyes flickered open. It wasn't hot. It wasn't cold. It was just wrong like the air on earth wasn't oxygen anymore. At first, I blamed it on stress. Of course, stress haszerah (65)in The Ink Well • 5 months agoA Little Like HomeA Little Like Home The cold that hit me that morning as I stepped out of the train station was the kind of cold that sneaks under your jacket to settle inside your bones. Sunderland smelled of wet snowzerah (65)in Freewriters • 6 months agoPic1000: GlacierPic1000: Glacier We sailed past the glacier with your hand in mine, The world was so still, like we were the perfect characters I loved how you laughed as the snow kissed your hair, and I thought suchzerah (65)in Freewriters • 6 months agoPIC1000- The Girl And The WolfWhat I See A small girl in a red hood walking behind a big black wolf. They are in a quiet forest with orange leaves falling everywhere. The wolf looks a little scary but also calm. The girl doesn’t lookzerah (65)in The Ink Well • 6 months agoHard To Say GoodbyyeI woke up with a heavy heart that morning. But trust me, I had no plans of crying. The bright sun burnt my feet as I stood in front of my apartment staring at Mama Chinedu's door. Unlike every other Saturday,zerah (65)in The Ink Well • 7 months agoThe Fall Of Mama Chinedu The Fall Of Mama Chinedu It was a quiet Friday, the kind of day I had sought for weeks. There was no work for me that day. It was officially a public holiday. The kids were home too. There was no school.
