Removing her hand from his face, she looked at him and said, “You’re supposed to kiss me at midnight.” And he did.
I woke up with that feeling again today. I am drowning inside a river of sadness, desperately wanting to be saved. I'm trying hard to scream for help but I can't find my voice. This river of sadness is my body, my life. I am drowning in myself.
Her mouth tasted dry and bitter, like desperation. Her palms were sweaty. It had never occurred to her that one day she would be apologizing and begging forgiveness for old sins.
It was almost 6pm and dusk was already beginning to set in; the chickens that moved out in groups at dawn to search for food in the streets and in dustbins had already returned to roost and were strutting around the compound like they owned the place.
Your earliest memory is of a rainy day in your father’s old house, with your father yelling loudly at you, almost as loud as the sound of the heavy rain outside. You don’t remember why he was yelling, he used to yell a lot.