¶¶There's a call I have refused to answer for years past. It is the call of anger and hate.I have refused their outstretched fingers because both lead to misery.And misery I strongly dislike. ~ Isabelle Onyenorah ¶¶  “Why did it have to be a girl? Why? I like Juliet o, but why couldn't she have born boy for us (why didn't she birth a male child)?”  It is believe that words are a greater weapon when compared to a sword. They don't prick the skin or cause one to bleed, but its aftermath is much greater than physical harm. One bad word can prompt one to fall from a tall building at will. One good word was enough to make o

¶¶ In a room wherepeople unanimously maintaina conspiracy of silence,one word of truthsounds like a pistol shot. ~ Czeslaw Milosz¶¶The school's hall was crowded with students at every corner, all waiting for the orientation to begin. Extracurricular activities that Thursday afternoon had been scheduled for an orientation, specially for the new students. Turns out all these had been announced by the principal that morning, but Isabelle had heard none of it as she was focused on dulling the snide comments from the students. No matter the angle she looked at it, it still made no sense that Olabisi and her friend wanted to beat her up for slapping Joel. She had, after all, stood up for the girl. But as it turns out, the two upheld Joel's self-esteem than theirs.“Let's sit here,” Emily said, snapping Isabelle out of her thoughts.The seat Emily had picked was at the back of the hall, and Isabelle wondered how she'd see the speakers at the front of the hall.“Isn't this too far?”

Martin held the door open for Emily as they walked out the diner, and she rewarded him with a smile, her phone interrupting with its unexpected ringing. "Fuck," she muttered when she saw who was calling (her aunt) and repeated the cuss word when she saw the time. It was already a few minutes past five. "What is it?" Martin asked. "Nothing. I've got to go. Duty calls." She shook her phone at him. "Okay. But why don't I take you home?" Emily grimaced. Since her aunt was already calling, she had a feeling the woman was almost home. Even if she wasn't, Emily still had to go pick her cousins. Surely, there was no denying Mercy

They say man wasn't born wicked. Instead, man taught man to be wicked. And this saying was actually true.  Bankole, Martin, Joel, Jessica, Opeoluwa and Grace: all six of them hadn't been born this way. They didn't use to be kids who derived pleasure in other people's sufferings, weaknesses or flaws. They used to be nice kids. That was until they realized how cruel the human race could be.  For Bankole, it all started with his mom leaving. His peers begun teasing him, saying no female would ever love him, since his own mom couldn't. And Martin: his poor background was no news to anyone who knew his foster family. To his peers and many others, he was an abomination parading himself as Prince charming. Always being compared to her older brother by her parents made Jessica an object of ridicule among her peers. The clumsy nerd that used to be Opeoluwa caused her to be pushe

¶¶Depression is a monsterThat destroys both heart and soul.It tortures without mercyAnd consumes its victim whole...~ Pat A. Fleming¶¶ "Is it going to hurt?"  "You're a virgin?" His question was one out of sheer shock, and Emily immediately shook her head in reply. "Sure?" She nodded, and a big smile appeared on his face. He tightened his grip around her waist, nibbling on her neck with an aroused moan. "You'll be gentle, right?" He had looked her in the eye with a form of seriousness she couldn't explain, and then, slowly, he smiled. "Of course.” Could he s