ONE TIME IN NOVEMBER (PART 2)

It was a strong feeling, lust always is. It deepened when we shared unclad photos of ourselves.. He was long, full and brown. He wasn’t excited yet he looked that enormous, I wondered what he would enlarge into when he was actually turned on. That photo was cherished for many days. I sent mine,with a...

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ONE TIME IN NOVEMBER.

DOWNTOWN CHICAGO, ILLINOIS, 2016. “You’re up?” Clayton’s DM read on my Instagram profile. But I was only just waking up. His message was sent minutes past 1.am, while I was fast asleep. I smiled, glad he texted because I had made up my mind not to pursue our friendship any longer. Not for anything, he did...

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ALEXANDER. (18+)

Touché! That had to be his favorite word. I remember him saying it more times than he said any other singular word. “Touché!” He wrote me when I accused him of being too direct in his texts. That word, nothing else. But that was Alexander, that was the way he communicated. He wasn’t a man...

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HER FIRST.

2008. Susan Ayankele’s slender figure sat nervously at the edge of Mike’s Vitafoam mattress, dropped on the bare floor of his apartment. She pressed her lean legs together and exhaled heavily. Here she was, a nineteen year old, hundred level student in the apartment of a popular final year boy. She would be the envy...

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JOURNEY.

*LIFE AS I KNEW IT* Stand in front of a mirror, raise one arm high overhead, with four middle fingers flat, move gently in small circular motions over the entire breasts…. That was the instruction on the leaflet. They had been sharing those two page leaflets around my office for days. The cancer awareness people...

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PLUCKED.

KWALE, 1993. Thunderstorms rumbled outside the thatched house of mama Awele as rain heavily pattered down to the old roof and unto the sandy ground. Every family in the small village was taking shelter in their huts, while some slept from the cold and relaxing feeling the rain brought, others warmed their afternoon meals in...

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ROSE. (18+)

12.Am. Rosemary stood still by the white wooden door, trying not to breathe too hard. The hallway, dimly lit by the recessed light reflecting from the antechamber stood still with her. She could hear the clock ticking in the distance – tick tock, tick tock, reminding her of the twenty minutes she had spent, standing...

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