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Written By: Dearest solace

If Halima is actively communicating, actively orchestrating, then the 'wealth' Alhaji Nuradeen is after might be something she possesses, something

By Friday, Henry’s mind was no longer his own. Something had taken hold of him, something that made him restless,

He’d met her briefly at a tech meetup in Abuja months ago. She was a digital artist, known for her

Can I at least be free to live?If nothing else, can I still breathe?What more do you need to believe

And so, the night begins its song,As sleeping rods grow hard and long.Moonlit skin commends the night,Allowing rods and rings

In my head she’s living, In my head Of every thought that is caught in the webs of my consciousness

Once upon a night so clearly — lit with moonly might and merry,Did I behold a sight so very —

Am I allowed to shed a tear?To flip my smile and watch my fear,As it wraps its hands around my

The cab jerked as it turned into a narrow alley, dust kicking up like secrets in the wind. “Don’t lose

Kelechi fumbled with the door handle, bursting into the guesthouse like a dog off its leash. The strange encounter he’d