The Road I choose.
"Are you seriously leaving again?" I stopped at the doorway and looked back at my mother, she was sitting on the only old sofa in the house and she was taring at me like i had…
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The Chair With My Name on It
“Your chair is still here, o.” Coming out of the gate, it was mama Tayo's voice that I heard. For some few days now, I've not seen her, but there it wss beside her mini…
The Day the Spare Key Became Mine
“Take it. You are old enough to stop knocking.” Those were the words that came out of my mother's mouth while I was standing beside the kitchen door, while I was also…
The Door That Wasn't in the Picture
"I would like it if you left the chair and didn't move it yet," I said to one of the carpenters standing in one of the nearly finished dining rooms. He glanced at my face, then…
THE UNDERSTUDY
Mira had played Beatrice fourteen times to a full house and every single night the audience believed she'd been born for the part.. They didn't know about Whitmore.. Elena…
THE 5AM BEHIND THE SCENE VERSION OF ME__WEEKLY PROMOT 48
By 9am my day looks effortless. Wake up. Skincare. Prayer. Journal. Work. Content. People comment “How do you do it?” “I need your discipline.” “Teach me your routine.” I just…
IN FRONT OF THREE THOUSAND
Life did not end when the most embarrassing thing in my acting career finally happened. I had written the script, directed the actors, rehearsed for weeks then boom the…
One Letter too Late
The truck was the first problem... Ngozi had told her husband Emeka three things when Emeka had said he wanted to start a business, Ngozi had said, "get an accountant, do not…
The Letter Under the White Face Towel
"Please, I need your help with this letter.. I don't want it to get lost." He said it in a very way that I almost burst into laugh. It was a very hot Sunday afternoon, and I…
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