LOGINI didn’t think they would actually take me to a cell until they did. It was a bare room with a metallic bunk bed and thin mattresses. Thankfully, it was clean and I would be the only occupant for a while. I imagined this was fancy compared to what a Ugandan cell would look like so I tried not to feel too bad. But, I was seething. How could we have been caught if someone didn’t tip the police off? Was my happy bride act not sufficient enough to fool the world as I had hoped? N
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“I've seen almost everyone who lives in this town,” he said after I'd told him my name. His name was Noah, one of my favorite names for males. “I guess you're new here. Are you African?”I nodded, feeling the rhythmic vibration on my phone. I fished it out and checked the caller
If I had known that this was going to be such a disaster, I'd have gone to another country. Jeff and I were so different and the only date idea we'd agreed on was to take a walk on along The Riverside Trail on the west bank of St. Joseph River. It felt so strange, hanging out with a st
“Good morning, Lena.” The man named Tobias said, placing his big arms on the arm rest of his black leather chair. He leaned back, making his pot belly protrude. He was a short man, brown skin with an air of importance around him.“Good morning.” I said, taking a
Life is a constant stream of experiences. While some are exciting and beautiful, others are agonizing. As you live through them, your heart feels like it is being torn into pieces. For me, one of those was my sister's murder.Leni was two years older than me and had al







