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 Opeyemi Ojomu
No light comes from the horizon, no shiny stars above. The world seems lifeless, like the aftermath of a nuclear war. Every creature seems to have perished except the frogs whose croaks penetrate the deep silence.
by Kathryn Olushola
That was the bombshell. It was so loud and heavy that you cried because it left brunt wounds and bruises on your skin. You were confused. Surely you didn’t feel the same way because you liked 500-Level a lot. You begged him not to do it, not to stop talking to you that you both could work this out, that you could even fall in love with him back, but he went offline and didn’t say anything else.
