THWARTING SLEEP

WRITTEN BY NZEH UCHE I know one attribute of the living That can bend might’s knees With many names in undecided hearts on Irresistible intimacy at every footnote For the arms are strong and The voice is bold, in Continues woo of the body Regardless of countless rejections MICROFICTION: FROM …

I DARED HER TO REALITY

WRITTEN BY NZEH UCHE I dared her existence, I was somewhat right. All that in one? It couldn’t be. Hips, booty, boobs, height, flat tummy, beauty, good manners, and brains. It only existed in soap operas. Damn! That imagination always got me fascinated. So, I drove north, In search of …

FROM THE PARTY

WRITTEN BY NZEH UCHE That same night they met at Belema’s party, Mbaeyi knew she was his comfort. She didn’t play hard to get or give him the ‘ninety days before sex’ cliché. Their first intimacy was four weeks after her birthday, that same year. They explored various feats and …

CUSTOMERS

WRITTEN BY NZEH UCHE I held Paul’s arm as we walked straight towards the junction where they all stood. I recognized the woman attending to her customers, but couldn’t place the face. She sold beans cake. From afar, she saw me and wore a smile. As we got closer there, …

LOOKALIKES—1

WRITTEN BY NZEH UCHE It was that year; crime had firm standing. The people feared for one another because their livelihood reeked of law-breakers. Putting an end to these crimes was to follow the hierarchy of evil deeds—to cut off the Cobra’s head, before roasting its body. But this was …