SHORT STORY: They Sold Me into Marriage before I was Sixteen

The evening was peaceful, cool, and beautiful. One of those friendly evenings in Africa when the breeze gently flirts with the skin. I was still in Secondary School at the time, I came back from School for Christmas full of hopes and merrily gay for Christmas. That night  I was summoned before the elders in my family. It was two weeks to Christmas. My Mum was the only face that was visible to me at the time I entered the big passage that serves as the family parlour. The Sun was just retiring to its nest so the passage had a little illumination.

I observed from the ray of light that the thatch roof would allow, that my mum was robbing her face with a two-piece wrapper. My mind raced back to when my Dad died five years again.

What is happening again, has anybody died again? no, not my little brother.

SHORT STORY: How I Sold My Love for an Empty Future

When I discovered that more than seventy percent of the sisters in the fellowship sleep with unknown men from time to time for survival, I wept and almost died in my room. I managed to walk up to a phone booth to call my elder sister who was my sponsor. I waited patiently for her to pick up the phone when it rang.

“This is Shelly, can I help you, please?” I was delighted to hear her voice from the other end of the line.

After the normal greeting/protocols, I told her I needed some money.

“What’s up, you got enough.” Her voice sounded light.

SHORT STORY: He Raped Me and God was Watching

Cece, a pretty girl of about twenty stepped out of a flashing convertible car half-naked. Her long creasy curved legs exposed right into her upper thighs. She wore a skinned mini pants so tight that all her curves seemed uncovered. She was chewing gum as she peeled off her top jacket exposing a tiny sleeveless body-hug top that left her oversized breast almost falling out of their traps.

“Cece!” a virile voice bellowed from the Faculty of Arts car park, it belongs to Dan, a black, tall handsome-looking chap as he waved his folder in excitement.

“Hi” she spat musically, walking towards him.

Dan accessed her pitifully and narrowed his eyes shamefully, his disappointment was boldly written on his shiny black face.

The Meaning of True Love

Brenda and her boyfriend, Steve were speeding over 100mph on a motorcycle. Brenda said to Steve,

15 Things Women Never Want to Hear their Men Say

Be careful sweetheart, her emotions are very sensitive to stupid comments, so mind what you say. Whatever you do, watch how you use the following;

Sneaky Ways to Win an Argument With Your Husband

A recent article in The New York Times revealed some surprising negotiating tactics that can help you win. And by "win" I mean win-win, for both of you. (You knew that, right?) Because hopefully your ultimate goal as a couple is peace, love, and understanding. So get out your cushions, couples -- I'm not kidding.

When The Feeling of Love seems to Fade Away

by Evy Olohi

My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.