Safina was in London. She had been there for six years. Before that she had been in Cape Town, staying with a relative. She went there after being fired from her job with the Setons, a wealthy English couple living in Lagos. They fired her when they discovered that she had been having a relationship… Read More Ten Years Later…
I worked all of my life. Didn’t have time for friends, family—people in general. I never married nor had children. I was married to my work. For years, I toiled. There seemed to be no end to it and yet, I wasn’t satisfied or content. If only I had stopped and asked myself, “For whom… Read More A Toilsome Life
She picked the cotton, the sweat pouring down her dark, leathery face. She worked from sunrise to sunset, same as the men. The overseer saw to that. Slaves failing to do their tasks were flogged. Her back was badly mangled from a whipping. As she worked, she dreamed of the Elysian home she would soon… Read More Her Dream
Transitions themselves are not the issue, but how well you respond to their challenges – Jim George What transition are you going through today? Getting old is a big one. You’re not as agile and flexible as before. You ache in parts of your body you didn’t even know existed. It’s important to be active. … Read More It’s How You Respond
I walked into the house. It was quiet. It meant he hadn’t come as yet. The corridor stretched endlessly before me. I wondered what to do while I waited for him. Ahead was the door leading to the large and cozy living-room. That’s where he and I sat, curled up on the sofa, listening to… Read More Strayed/Open #writephoto
I really didn’t think he meant it this time. Whenever he broke up with me, he always came back. He once said that I was like a drug habit he couldn’t kick and that made me feel good because it meant that he needed me. His family and friends never approved of me. They said… Read More A Drug Habit
Aleena let herself into the home she once shared with her teenage son, Dalir, her heart heavy. Leaning against the door for a moment, her misty eyes espied the table where she kept the shells Dabir collected. It was something he loved doing whenever he went to the beach. A sob rose in her throat.… Read More For Dabir’s Sake
First, I would like to thank Aieshi for nominating me for the Quotes Challenge. It was greatly appreciated Here are the Rules: Thank the person who nominated you Post a quote for three consecutive days (1 quote for each day). Nominate three bloggers each day. My nominations for today are: Willowsoul That Little Voice… Read More Three Days, Three Quotes Challenge: Day 3 (11th April)
“You’re not his type.” If that smile were meant to take the sting out of her words it didn’t work. Kay was smarting from it. “I don’t mean to upset you, Kay, but I thought I would warn you because I have seen the way you look at Quinn every time you see him. I… Read More The Barbecue
Never in all the years she worked with Gabriel did she anticipate falling in love with him. She had been so determined to keep their relationship purely professional and then, out of the blue, she developed feelings for him. She blamed it on all those nights they worked together on different projects. He was so… Read More Working Overtime
Notes to Women 