It’s a week after our wedding and our pre planned one month honeymoon was cut short by the call from his head of operations.
I am seated on a blue coloured plastic chair - boldly written made in Nigeria, while a made in China white table sat before me. My dinner of "meshaid" bread and egg and a home brewed hot cup of green tea and honey decorated the table. The moon in half her glory shone on me
DEAR RUKAYAT I whistled happily as I packed Bisi's bag. ** Bisi is my only child and daughter in my marriage of fifteen years to Otunba. Seventeen years ago when we met, he was a handsome and intelligent young man and I, pretty and brilliant in my own right. We soon became a couple on
There has been flash challenges upon flash challenges. I have been alive to witness flash challenges and trust me, each new challenge introduces something deeper, scarier, deadlier, and fiercer. I have also been alive to read stories that leave you mouth agape and you begin to wonder if the writer is from same planet as
I hurriedly copied the notes in class and returned the book to Bisi. I had missed the last class we had on the Use of English and she has always been my saviour. She goes an extra mile of putting down my name in the attendance register. I brought out my phone, it was 3:45pm.