The Suicide Note
Dear Pat, I am writing because I am unable to do anything else. Unable to breathe. Unable to think. … Read more
Memories of the Ghost
The Saturday chill, at 7:05 a.m., makes me curl my toes inside the cosy blanket as I turn on the … Read more
The Pillows
I manage to slip out of the office at midday, hoping that what I have done for the day will be … Read more
Unquenched Thirsts
Every day, I continue to hate the very first day our paths crossed. I curse at the cold morning, … Read more
Stalker in my Head
I am struggling to breathe. I am panting. I am trying, in vain, to pull myself up. There are a … Read more
Voices in Your Head
“You curl up in bed as you listen to Charlie Puth’s “attention”. You wonder if you’re the … Read more
In Questions (Part 2)
Beautiful, is such a lousy way to describe me; Ijeoma Umebinyuo (If you haven;t read the first part … Read more