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.

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.

Story: "SURVIVAL" -By Chinwe Judith Okafo

Have you ever been to the street of Emodi in Olodi Apapa of Lagos State. Have you witnessed the way beggars there fight tooth and nail to get a crumpled Naira note from a generous giver. Have you? If no, then you are in for a ride. So take a breath. One, two, off we go…

CAPTIAN AMELIKA-By Chinwe Judith Okafo

    
 I have been this way as far as I can remember. A half man, living in a place I know too well. A place where I can easily walk to the market and come back blindfolded. The place which has come to be my abode. The village of my childhood. Once, I have gone to the city, to offload bags of palm fruits heaped in a pickup van.But what I had seen, sent me running home. The tall buildings, crazy roads, noisy streets, fancy dressed people, was something I could not relate to. So I had ran. Ran as fast as my legs could allow me. I can’t remember much about my childhood but I know my parents, my siblings and my peers. 

5 SIGNS TO TELL HE’S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU

As females, our most basic desire…is to BE desired by the guys WE desire. This comes first as a thought, then thoughts, then a craving, and finally, an obsession. We become obsessed with making this one guy return the affection we so obviously deserve. So when guys send us on and off signals, how can we be so sure they actually like us? In Justin Bieber's words, What do they mean?