He should have kept his silence, for no sooner had the words come out of his mouth than a hot sting flew across his face. His eyes watered immediately but he knew he could not cry; crying would invite more beatings. Why was his mother so violent?
Borketey and I had been having an emotional affair for four years. What started during the lockdown in 2020 as a harmless chat between two long-time friends who rarely got in touch developed quickly into an emotional attachment. In all the four years of our “affair”, we had never had any sexual involvement, even though he knew I wouldn’t turn him down.
As Dorothy lay in his arms, unable to fall asleep because of the new things she had discovered, she concluded that the fairy tales had not done justice to the ending of their stories. She was definitely going to rewrite them with Duncan.
He looked into my eyes. I wished he would say the words I read in those brown eyes. Instead, he pulled me into a warm embrace, his entire body flowing into mine. I held on, and I cried.
Mina looked at the pink baby in the bassinet near her bed. This was not her first child, yet, the feeling was alien to her. It was as if she had not only recently pushed the baby out of her. She could not form any bond with her newborn and she didn’t know why. She
Every time I look at him, I recall how close we were to losing him this year and thank God for him. We could say buoyancy kept him afloat till his father got to the well, but who taught him to hang onto a plank to keep him above water? Who taught him to stay calm and keep his head above the cold water?
The sun streamed into the room, hitting Japheth squarely on his face. Since when did the sun get to his bedroom so brilliantly? Then he felt it – no, her. He felt her weight in his side, where he had tucked her to sleep the previous night. Ah, Japheth sighed and closed his eyes again,
As I held my newborn baby in my arms, I could not help but sigh. My wife, Tabitha and baby were safe at home. I had sent her to the Central Hospital about a week ago to deliver our baby, much to Tabitha’s displeasure. She had complied, however, and had stayed in the hospital till
“You and your baby are going home today, Tabitha. Aren’t we glad?” Dr. Tablus asked me cheerily. Yes, I was. This was my first pregnancy and it had taught me a lot of interesting things, the last of which has changed my perspective about having children forever. I had a smooth pregnancy: I mean, no
It was the day after the heavy rains. The sun seemed cheerful in the blue sky, the clouds – a scattering of white and grey columns – floated lazily across the sky. It was a lazy day; even the wind blew lazily. Marcus Smith brought out his plastic chair and went straight to the summer
