1. I flung the bottle of lotion I was holding at the mirror in front of me. Cracks quickly travelled to its edges from where my bottle kissed it. I watched my scattered reflection, wishing I didn’t have to do this everytime I failed to catch a guy’s attention. Makeup wasn’t magic and my Ferraris … More Three Sniffs. Or Something Close.
1. I shifted my eyes from Nnamdi’s bulging tummy to his face as he rinsed it in the sink. I drew my wrapper up to cover my breasts. It was hard to understand, even though we shared the same room, how he could smile that widely and laugh longer than he lasted inside me. © … More Three Stories.
Musa alighted from a red station wagon. “I wish you all the best,” the driver, a grey-haired man with yellowed teeth and a generous amount of belly fat, said. Musa offered him a faint smile and nodded. The man started the car. “Allah be with you.” “And you too,” Musa answered. He watched as the … More Home.
“It was the first October of last year that I first met Katherine. Before I met her, I used to believe each year could only carry one October. She showed me how wrong I was. Your body, you see, is as much a case—a home, as it is a cage. To be truly free, is … More Cheating Fetters.
I saw the story published in the newspaper that was delivered yesterday. I didn’t send the story in, someone else must have. If I wasn’t the subject of the article, I may have believed everything in it completely. The only truth in the story was the fact that I was, because I no longer am, … More Threads.
Simon rested his chin on the handle of his broom as he stared down the rows of chairs—yellow, green and black—that spread out before him; dull, bleached and empty. He had just cleaned them. He had spent a lot of energy trying to make them perfect. He realized, after the third go, that he couldn’t … More Simon.