Stitching Generations
Mama dresses eh! I opened my eyes in wonder, feeling the quality of the cotton ankara dress that could fit two people of my size in it, as I rummaged further through the old box…
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Where The Empty Parts Go.
The sign was something that had been hanging there for long as I could remember VACANCY.... The white letters on a faded background were really something. One bulb was…
Everything I Swallowed (Creative Non-Fiction)
Dear Reader, Years ago, I was eighteen and she was seventeen. They were both seventeen. We sat in her father’s living room planning what we wanted to do with our lives.…
CNF - A Story Of Unspoken Things
There are some memories that don't make noise or announce itself with drama, they just come quietly and stay heavy and stubborn in the chest. so this is one of those memories, as…
I AM A PROUD SON
When i hear people talk about last moments, they imagine a dramatic speech, or some perfectly chosen words, or long emotional confessions. My own experience was nothing…
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