by Orhemba Mhembeuter Jeremiah
No you’re not, silly head! The disapproval, the coarseness of the voice sent a bolt through him. His skin hardened with goosebumps. The voice was distinct, like the voice of an entity in his head. All this while he had thought the voice to be his intuition. It definitely wasn’t his inner voice speaking.
by Orhemba Mhembeuter Jeremiah
You inhaled deeply. Because you believe in the idea of a fated soul mate, you have scoured almost everything online about love. Each essay repeats the same thing, encourages you to get out if you truly want to find love. So here you are, like every other preceding evening, resolutely latching onto hopes that your soul mate will walk up to you—out of the blues.
by Orhemba Mhembeuter Jeremiah
Raspy breaths escape me without control. My heart palpitates overtly fast. I wriggle my hands as the recognizable screams of our mothers assail my ears. The guards approach with their blazing torches and my skin prickles already. Igba reinforces our grip.
