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 […]
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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
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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
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As much as it may be, it’s not just the dreamy peace. It’s not just the clarity of mind and meditation wonders that words fail to describe. My eyes fall for the shady yet bright beams that fall from the sky. I have seen this way too many times, but this intense nature, best defined
I frown at the door that is at the end of the white wall hallway. It’s closed. Closed doors make me uneasy. Mostly the unfamiliar ones. You never know what lurks behind them. But I know what’s behind this door. A doctor. A man. Someone who thinks he can help me. I shouldn’t feel tense.
The policy of ‘Who is Who?’ Is a certain criterion of identity used to rank people to a certain category of hierarchy. Power, money, wealth and fame are considered at these levels. Such enjoy the best privileges, services, and are treated with utmost care. They are pardoned from any harsh rulings made against them. They
What’s the price? The price to make it in life. The price to live up to society’s expectations? Youthful desires pulling me down, “I’ll change when I grow up”, pillar to my actions, What’s the price to make it in life? What’s the price? What’s the price? The price to make it in the system?
A method of payment used by women. Should we complain about it, or should we accept that it is due to our own doing? It all started by being a prostitute in the streets, with an aim of getting paid by getting laid with a man. Women time and again, have been depreciated. They are
It is the busiest street ever at dusk, at the end of a tiresome week. Big motors end up following a convoy as they share a common destination. The sidewalk serves as an option as several footsteps are overheard. Men in suits, others in casual and ladies in their minis. All professions lower their pride
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