One ordinary day Late for work again Ran out with my shirt inside out Stepped in puddles the rain had […]

I wake to find a moth circling It grazes my face and leaves behind  its dust My mother used to […]

Right!  So in December, yours truly, Kiah dearest, entered an online writing competition on a whim. I never for once thought i […]

Remember when we were children? Give or take between 1 and 7 years of age. Life was easy; even if […]

  Most people ask why most my stories are set around Igbo characters…especially as i am a Yoruba girl who […]

Memory cheats. In this game called life, memory knows it has the upper hand. And so it waits till it […]

My bosom used to be his resting place My belly his hideaway   Time flies And with it blows away […]

The phone rings. I have been staring at it for the past two hours, willing it to ring. I called […]

Words…they can heal and they can repair as much as they can disease and destroy. The Bible says the tongue […]