Read Part I , Part II & Part III here if you haven’t already😀 Trigger Warning: This chapter contains some scenes of Violence Lydia was exhausted. She was sweating all over and her breath was shallow as she made her way to the next stall to buy another item. She and Chef had shared the items they had…
Read Part I and Part II here if you haven’t already🙂 Trigger Warning: This chapter contains some scenes of Violence *_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_ Boom! Boom!! Boom!!! Lydia jolted awake to the sound of fists repeatedly hitting the side of the car. She blinked dazedly and looked outside the window only for her breath to catch when she…
Read Part I here if you haven’t. Trigger Warning: This chapter contains some scenes of violence and perversion —— A crowd was waiting for them when they got to their destination which was not far from the front of his adopted mother’s stall, Iya Anu, who had saved his life years ago. When he newly arrived…
These events take place in a fictional market in Lagos, Nigeria. “Are you mad?!!”, screamed Hajia Wura into the phone with flecks of spittle flying every which way, You were supposed to be there for them to drop the load in the car!!!”. She paused. “Did I send you to go anywhere?!”, more spittle flying…
Sometimes if we are not in touch with our higher(true) selves , it takes time for the universe to get through to us with the answer(or the message). Sometimes the answer is right in front of us, yet we don’t see it because we are too distant from our true selves – Simona Rich Nigerian-based…
This post was inspired by (x). Likely contains spelling and grammatical errors and run-on sentences, but this is a rambling post so bear with me ——————————————————————- It’s just a sit on the lap or so it seems. Family members and parents around not suspecting foul play that a child is actually being molested in their presence. I…
Everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else. -Richard Siken This is a poem by Sarah Kay titled ‘The Type’. She does spoken poetry and several videos of her performances are available on youtube. I found the need to share the poem because not only was it beautifully written and recited, it…
The sun is high , it’s rays draping the sky like a blanket. The kind of day you won’t need a hanky to wipe sweat. Happy Eid. The wind is gentle, and the trees sway as if dancing to some unheard tune. It dances with the earth, and the earth responds. Together, they make mini cyclones. Happy Eid…
Originally posted on I Miss You When I Blink:
Here’s an advertising trend that comes up every now and then: putting glamorous apparel on models made to look sad/greasy/hostile. I’m stumped by this. Why would it help sell an outfit to show that outfit on a person who looks miserable? There must be a method…
I can’t even take this post seriously. Not when you can’t even differentiate ‘His’ from ‘He’s’ Don’t you just love such people? I cannot count how many times I have seen statements akin to that in comment sections or in forum discussions. Just one misspelled word or wrongly written English, and then you see a…
