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…
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THE HOUSE THAT REMEMBERS HER NAME
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…
THE VOICE CALLING FROM THE KITCHEN
The first time I heard my dead father calling my name, I did exactly what any sensible man would do... I covered my head with a blanket and pretended I was still a child... My…
MY NIGHTMARE JOB IN LAGOS __#54
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…
MARRIED TO THE AFTER LIFE 💀🥀
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…
The House Nobody Wanted To Enter.
There are some places that look completely normal during the day but become something else entirely at night, a house can look beautiful in the afternoon, with flowers around the…
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