I was too weak to walk alone. The death of my daughter had drained me off any energy I had left. Memories began to flash through my mind. I could see her running round the house laughing. Oh, how beautiful her smile was. I will never have the chance to tell her what she meant… Continue reading Damaged: Chapter 5
Two weeks have passed since that fight. Since I abused my husband. Since I made that mistake. All text messages and calls had gone unanswered. I had no idea where he was. I felt so miserable. And every time I held my daughter I said to her “Daddy will be home soon”. Did she understand… Continue reading Damaged: Chapter 4
If there was one person I knew I could call it was my oldest and closest friend, Kunbi. “Hello Kunbi, please I need your help” I desperately begged. Sounding surprised, she replied “Na wa o. No hello? You're rude sha” she jested. Noticing the serious gravity of the situation, she asked “What's wrong my dear?”.… Continue reading Damaged: Chapter 3
Our daughter was with my mother for the weekend. It was Tola and Ayo time. No midnight cravings or cries. Just us two for the first time in months. We had great day planned out and I am certain we both were looking forward to it. We headed to the mall, did a bit of… Continue reading Damaged: Chapter 2
I LOVE love! I love being in it, I love seeing it but I don't necessarily love people putting it up for display. Today, it feels like the only way to prove you love someone is by showing the world you love the person. Err why? I honestly don't get it, why do people seeing the 'love' validate… Continue reading Did She Really Say Yes…?