Category: Creative Writing

I Will Never Drink Alcohol Again
Alcohol almost ended my life and I vowed never to drink again. Here is my story. The flickering lights in my room sent some cold chills into my body. The eerie sounds coming from the graveyard opposite the house made my body shiver. Although it was fenced but the sounds were always closer to my…

My Life Ended on a Wednesday
My life came crashing down in minutes when my husband confessed he cheated on me with a former secondary school classmate. As he spoke, I felt a sharp pain slice through my heart, through every fibre of my being, and totally knocked me out. I know I was still sitting on the only chair in…

A Christian Journey That Started With Theft
My journey to becoming a Christian started with Anwuli. She was renowned in our village for her perfectly well-seasoned dried meat. Her art was the finest in our land and even beyond. She alone knows the wonders that go into her cooking pot, the goodness that she adds to the simmering meat and the buds-watering…

How a Teacher’s Faith Helped a Disabled Student Walk
“Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen” The Bible verse echoed in Hannah’s subconscious as she watched Freda from the corner of her eye. The feeling came again, yet Hannah could not put a name to it. It was just like her first day at the school.…

Why Vetting Household Staff is Essential to Avoid Betrayal
He was our driver. An elderly man, according to our Dad, applied for the household driver position even though he was too old for it. We never got around to learning his real name, affectionately referring to him as ‘Uncle’ instead. Every morning, he would meticulously wash our cars, then wait patiently by the garage…

Embracing Love After Life’s Hardest Trials
Mike and Miracle’s love is tested by the cruel hand of fate—cancer, infertility, and heartache threaten to break their bond. Yet, in their quiet moments together, they chose love above all else, finding beauty in each other and the strength to keep going. It wasn’t an easy journey, but Mike took the lead, and gradually,…

Silence is Not Always Golden
Silence is not always golden, sometimes. It is plain yellow and it demands that one should speak up and not remain silent. Cheta was not silent after Anthony, her Madam’s husband, raped her repeatedly. This is her story. At the first thrust, Anthony froze, time seemed to suspend itself as he remained motionless, perhaps lost…

Scars That Break Us
Scars are the second horrible thing that can happen to anyone, the first is usually the beating. The severe kicks, slaps, punches and scratches that leave one a defeated spirit with the defences all gone and then they bring the scars. It wasn’t always this brutal. I had my family and my friends, I went…

Silenced by the Gods: The Day I Lost My Voice
The day I was silenced for life, Mother said was the day the sun kissed the stream in a glorious entanglement that made the water give up steam the moment all that hotness touched all its coolness. Mother also said the clouds came with the sun and one could easily reach out and touch it.…










