Shackles and Scars

Prologue Long after the traders had gone and the lamps had died, the old market of Nkabom stirred again. Empty stalls whispered of pepper, fish, and palm oil  but this night, they sold something else entirely. From the shadows came Corruption, Oppression followed, her footsteps heavy as a soldier’s boot. Injustice also trailed behind. Then […]

1884 (arranged)  This day is not a happy day. It is the funeral of my husband and I was not the only one crying. There were three other women, my rivals, also crying for Fo Atsu. It is a sad day indeed; you can hear the sad dirges that the market women are singing under

Little little little little, Little Mary sat upon a pillar. The pillar, the pillar made her giggle, giggle and shiver, It it, It touched touched touched. It stroked, pressed, scraped, Cold slimy fingers, Yellowed teeth, Shadows bending over her, And then she split. “Pain pain pain pain” Drip dripping down between her legs. “Red red

They Eat Their Eggs Riddle Riddle They lay their eggs, and they eat them Who are they? They are selfish, they only thing they care about is their stomach No surprise they look pregnant with their protruding bellies Precious, promising eggs destined to hatch into beautiful chicks They’d rather eat these eggs with their side