Some betrayals don’t stab you. They starve you. Slowly. Quietly. Until you’re nothing but bones and confusion — wondering if love was ever food, or just a hunger you mistook for home. I met Chinonye in the lobby of a TEDx event in Abuja. She wore ambition like perfume — expensive, intoxicating, and impossible to … Read more
The Scan on the Table It was a black-and-white ultrasound photo. Neatly placed on our teak dining table, next to his half-drunk glass of zobo. That morning sunlight didn’t feel warm. It felt like an interrogation light, exposing everything I’d hidden for years. I stood there, barefoot, tea cooling in my hands. I didn’t touch … Read more
The hotel receipt didn’t scream “cheating.” It whispered it. Quiet. Mocking. Fatal. It was tucked in the inside pocket of Chuka’s Ankara jacket — the one he never let the dry cleaner touch. Protea Hotel, Port Harcourt. Room 408. Two nights. The same weekend he swore he was in Accra, closing a deal with some … Read more