Stories

It must feel right, that man deserves the whole of me, without any baggage, and I know I can’t give him that until I stop feeling like this; so bereft.

“You see, I understand how hard letting go is. I know the pains of a broken heart, especially when it’s from something neither of you can control. There’s no one to be angry at.”

If I am being honest with myself, I have not liked my family very much for a while now, and if we were not related, I would not want to have anything to do with them.

”It’s a bird.” I told my mum. “ A baby self.” I added, trying to use my eyes to draw the heat of my plea in her heart. “This is an owl na”, she said, scrolling through the pictures. “Okwa ya na-eme mkpotu n'abali.”

If I had known her life would soon be cut short, perhaps, our last exchange would have been less heated.