7 “Ifenna, do not fail to attend the Scripture Union meeting today, please.” It was my mum, barging into my room without knocking, all dressed up and talking without pausing for air. As she pulled out her wallet from her bag, it fell to the ground, she bent down to retrieve it and pulled...
Ifenna’s Diaries – 6
6 I resumed school two days later on Monday. As soon as I got on the school bus, everyone fell silent. Only a few people actually welcomed me but others remained silent. Ebube whom I didn’t know was sitting at the back seat when I got on the bus came to sit beside me,...
Ifenna’s Diaries – 5
5 I woke up to the pitter pattering of rain outside my window, I looked at my alarm clock it was 5:15am, and fifteen minutes before my alarm goes off. I knelt down beside my bed. “Dear God, please accept my soul in your kingdom. I’m sorry, but I really have to do this”. ...
Ifenna’s Diaries – 4
4 As I alighted from the school bus, I spotted a blue convertible sports car, an Audi A4. I could hear Crazy in Love blaring loudly from the car and I stand to stare. I didn’t notice when Ebube stood beside me, she cleared her throat and I turned to look but she had...
No Fresh Starts – 12
The Social Media Storm Sophie sat curled up on her sofa, scrolling through her phone in the dim glow of the TV. Then she saw it… Emily’s latest Instagram post. Her stomach dropped. The video was a tearful, shaky selfie of Emily, her eyes red-rimmed and her voice cracking with emotion. “I can’t believe...
No Fresh Starts – 11
The Ghost in Flesh The restaurant hummed with midday chatter, orange sunset streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows. Mark noticed Emily sitting at the west corner immediately he walked in. She made a dry grin at him as their eyes met but he didn’t return it. She wore a long silk green dress with a thigh...
No Fresh Starts – 10
The Studio Seduction The morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the empty studio space, casting long rectangles of light across the polished concrete. Sophie adjusted the strap of her camera bag, her heart pounding as she pushed open the door. Amazon delivery boxes pilled on the right corner of the door. And...
No Fresh Starts – 9
The Did is Doing All Sophie could help was a steady melody of “Ooouuh, aaarhhh, Mark, yeah!” Mark kept his tempo steady on both fingers and tongue. Sophie’s legs neatly wrapped along his shoulders to his back, her toes curling. Suddenly, Sophie could feel the room spinning, a burning but electrifying sensation shot up...
No Fresh Starts – 8
The Lie Unravels They met at the entrance of the studio. Mark was with Stacey, the interior design person she had suggested would help get the space ready. They didn’t waste time with pleasantries as they hurried into the elevator. Immediately they reached the penthouse, Stacey went straight to business, talking about her ideas...
No Fresh Starts – 7
The Morning After The morning light was too bright. Sophie lay curled under her tangled sheets, staring at her buzzing phone as Mark’s name flashed across the screen for the third time. She let it go to voicemail again, pressing her face into the pillow. Pathetic. You’re pathetic. She may have woken late but...