A loud thud from the living room downstairs woke me from my recurring nightmare. I checked the time from my phone and I stood up fast; I was ten minutes late for dinner. Coming to the dining table late was not something that was tolerated by my parents, they were what I saw as unreasonably strict. There was time for everything and lateness was never condoned. I washed my face and ran down the stairs, my parents were on the dining table with a smile on their face when I entered and I knew I was in serious trouble.
Twenty-one-year-old student commits suicide, the headlines read. My parents and I watched in horror as the reporter on the news spoke. It was the fourth suicide I had heard of this month, four of whom were of the same age, went to the same secondary school, and used to be my best friends. I didn’t understand why they did what they did and it scared me.
It’s been weeks since he last saw her. He wanted to surprise her.
I woke up to my parents, yelling at each other like they did most mornings. My mother was doing most of the yelling, and this time, for a good reason. She had just found out that my father borrowed an immense sum of money from the bank for his failing business, and he had till… Continue reading My first murder
Standing on the altar, in front of a man I love, exchanging heartfelt vows, was something I never thought I was going to do. I believed in love, in having a soulmate, but after many failed relationships, I concluded mine did not exist. “I, Okafor Fortune, take you, Nnadi Samuel to be my husband, to… Continue reading How we met
I was a few steps away from my Cadillac when I got tapped on my shoulder by a masked man, then rendered unconscious with a hard punch. I woke up tied to a chair in a dark room and with a throbbing pain in my head. There was a table in front of me and… Continue reading Few seconds late