Hey, Let’s play the most illogical game on planet earth! It’s called the ‘Blame Shame Game’. Follow me closely as I take you through its equally illogical rules. First, there has to be a victim of sexual violence. Now note that this character will not be a player of the game but the subject of it. Character should preferably be female, but can also be male. There has to
Prompt: Feb 7 Right to Health Is access to medical care something that governments should provide, or is it better left to the private sector? Are there drawbacks to your choice? I would die soon. It’s the same dream every night, although it isn’t a dream – I am here on the hospital bed looking at the ceiling. There’s always a mosquito here. I call it Ayan Labala. It flies
Prompt: Feb 6 Choose your adventure Write a story or post with an open ending, and let your readers invent the conclusion. I am writing a story with an open ending but I do not even know where it starts. It’s sort of how life is. We can’t say, ‘Oh, here’s the beginning of this story’ neither can we say, ‘Oh, here’s the end’. But we know that everything has
I want to tell you of how I’m hanging by an almost-invisible string of happiness; How I walk on eggshells around myself, afraid that my thin smile might just break into uncontrollably bawling. I want to tell you how I feel when I look at all my friends laughing like they have no worries in the world; How I feel when I see her, most especially, having the most perfect
Before you read this story, I’d tell you a little about the mythical incubus (plural: Incubi). According to the fairly reliable Wikipedia, ‘An incubus is a demon in male form who, according to mythological and legendary traditions, lies upon sleepers, especially women, in order to engage in sexual activity with them. Its female counterpart is the succubus.’ In essence, an incubus is what Nigerians would call a spirit husband. Caveat:
Hello people.. Enjoy! Last night, I died. I felt the transition from life to death. I did not struggle. I did not want to. I came out of myself, felt my skin; it was cold. I looked around my room. My roommates were sleeping peacefully. One of them turned and opened her eyes. I thought she saw me. But she turned again and continued sleeping. I would miss my bunkmate.