AN INVITATION TO THE MARKET OF THE DEAD🥀💀__#55
I have never believed in ghosts until the night I followed the masquerade. In my village in Nnewi, they tell children not to go out on the night of October 31st. Not because of…
I have never believed in ghosts until the night I followed the masquerade. In my village in Nnewi, they tell children not to go out on the night of October 31st. Not because of…
Amara thought it was a dream. The cold was the first thing she felt. Not the normal cold of harmattan, but a deep, old cold that entered her bones. Her eyes opened and she was…
“Please, uncle Matthew, don't switch off the light.” I hear those words from my little niece, Gabriel, just as I was about going out of the room he was staying in. He was…
Nobody has lived in the white house at the end of Unity Street for eleven windows are always open, but no wind moves the curtains. When Zara returned to Awka after five years…
I have never believed in nightmare until that night in my village. My name is Chisom. I live in Awka, but I went to my village in Orsumenyi for my grandma's burial. The burial…
Everyone in my village thought I had made it. When I got a job in Lagos, my mother killed chicken. My father prayed for me in our compound in Nnewi, "My son will work in big…
Life on campus was splendid until reality made me realize that things weren’t that simple. Like every other student I was preparing for exams, when a course mate asked for my…
"Sir, it was your younger brother who collected it. He said you told her to come for it." The young lady who was behind the wooden counter held up the small white envelope, and…
Adaeze had the same dream for seven years. In the dreamm, she was inside a big white hoouse with goldden currtains. There was food on the tabble - jollof rice, fried chiicken…
I was there when Tobi and Sandra entered the house, I watched them sit on the couch to talk about the things girls talk about in private. It was surprising to see them talk so…
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