GONE- By CHINWE JUDITH OKAFO

Everyone is saying so many scary things; that you will not return again but I don't believe them. I told them that you will not leave me this way. You will not leave your Kanu Nwankwo this way. They say I should be nice and friendly. That I should not bury myself within my room, but they don't know the truth. They don't know that you exist inside my room.

TWISTED -By CHINWE JUDITH OKAFO

How do you tell the people that you are not the god they think you are? How do you remind them that you are a human too and your hands are tied? This land reeks of evil and crime. Of young girls with hungry babies. Of fathers with throngs of wives. Of children who expect money at every turn. Of so much sweat and so little  gain. What should one do in this land?

MAD HOUSE -By Chinwe Judith Okafo

 
A man is never ugly, mama had said. And that's how I  ended up with Kibuku-the man that calls himself my husband. In the early days, I couldn't stomach the ugly look. I couldn't stop wondering how God had made such an ugly being. I couldn't sleep beside him at night without cursing him a million times for his snores that shook our small flat. But with time, Just as mama had said, I had reconciled with the fact that it wasn't all about good looks and body. It was about the heart.

THIS BODY IS FOR SALE -By Chinwe Judith Okafo

 

We should have been getting married today. 

I and this young man I once called my lover.

But circumstances crept in. 

Circumstances beyond our control.

Last year we were clinking glasses. Eating cakes and making toasts.

THE COUNTRY NIGERIA.....

A country filled with minerals,
A country with people of high integrity, people filled with the zeal to secure a nice home to live in, free from the menace of the British.

Thus they fought and with all their strength had a place with peace of mind. Bringing the reign of the British to an untimely end.

VOICES -By Chinwe Judith Okafo

There is this friend he has. She comes when he is all alone. Walking in that gentle way that reminds him of Jennifer, sweet Jennifer- the young girl that had shared the same room with him at the hospital. He shared the same story with her. Story of attempting suicide. Hers had been drugs, his wrist splitting.