Biography of one of our writers

        Ubabuko Tito Ebuka hails from Umudim Nnewi north LGA of Anambra state Nigeria. Born to the family of Mr. and Mrs. Ikechukwu Ubabuko. He is currently studying geology and mining in Enugu state university of science and technology. His hobbies are watching movies, reading poetry, singing and learning new things. His…

Memoirs of an unrepentant slut

It’s Saturday. I love Saturdays. . . who doesn’t? I had just woken up with a loud bang on my head like the sound coming out of a pendulum hitting the walls of a bell. I didn’t have the best night but I never had the worst. All through the night, my mind was clouded…

Memoirs of a Repentant Slut

I remembered clearly the ‘first’ time I met Jide, it was through Sola, a friend who has a crush on me. Yea! That’s if attraction is the same thing as a crush but who cares for fairies and wishes? I’m for real in Flavour’s voice. Dreams, crushes and wishes when it comes to girl/boy matters…

To love a Mermaid

Jake stood at the balcony of his beach house which was the only property he had inherited from his father, he was regarded as the black sheep of the family, having no one love or care about him; he loved looking at the sunset from his beach house, it was a beautiful site he consulted…

Away from Home

       The day was still young when we had an unusual guest in our home, he was not like every other man I had come across; he was neatly dressed and seemed to be nice. He was wealthy from the clothes he wore, the vehicle he rode, the way he spoke with authority,…

Memoirs of a repentant slut episode 3

It’s been a while I felt a sharp-thrusting in between my thighs like I did yesterday night. I remember clearly the surprise and disdain widely capitalized on Amaka’s face the day I told her I wanted to stay off sex for a while but who would have thought I was going to break my 6…

Memoirs of a Repentant slut episode 2

. And there I stood, it wasn’t a dream. It was me staring into the bulging faces of Mama Seun and the beautiful ‘gbeboruns’ of No. 5 pretentiously referred to as neighbours. Staring at each other, we were both lost for words for few minutes. The meeting was so awkward and it was first of…