By Jessica-Ken: “B-but why?” My mouth shook. “You are married to an atheist, Habibat. We cannot do this alone.” I understood what he meant. But I hadn’t told him anything about Amos being an atheist. It must have been revealed…

By Jessica-Ken: “Oh, your mother is really evil,” I shuddered. Mom had been this prayerful Christian—what really changed? “Hahaha. Your mother is back home conniving with the devil—” I was lost. How could she possibly be conniving with the devil,…

By Jessica-Ken: “A nice way to treat your fan, huh?” “You’re no fan—” she pulled the bu–her’s knife out as she said. “I was a fan,” She smirked. “Well, what happened now?” My mind went back to when I was…

By Jessica-Ken: “Mm. I’m sorry, honey, but I won’t be able to get back in time. The line’s too long.” Clarissa groaned and looked at the pack of people lined up in front of her. It was getting really late.…

By Jessica-Ken: Two years had passed since Amos left Nigeria. I was missing him so bad, that I couldn’t wait for him to get back home in time for Christmas. “How are the twins?” “The twins are fine.” My response…

By Jessica-Ken: IDE MOTHER OF SNAKES[/b] ❣{UNEDITED}❣ “Pụọ n’ụzọ. Nwanyi Ide na abịa. Nwanyi Ide na abịa e!” The children said this whenever they saw the priestess coming. Her name was Ide. A woman in her thirties. She could communicate…

By Jessica-Ken: IHEANACHO ©Jessica Duru The people of Umuonta were thrilled when the land knew water again. It had been years since the last rain fell. Several consultations proved the land was cursed. The day it had rained, a child…

By Jessica-Ken: The morning cock crowed, and the early birds chirped, signaling it was daybreak. Sluggishly getting out of bed, I gave a scratch at my hair and looked idly to where the partly broken mirror stood. I was tired,…

By Jessica-Ken: 🤡 Things would have been better if I hadn’t remarried but stayed single. It happened when I was thirteen. A man had forced himself on me and impregnated me. He was a family friend; a trusted one as…

By Jessica-Ken: “A nice way to treat your fan, huh?” “You’re no fan—” she pulled the bu–her’s knife out as she said. “I was a fan,” She smirked. “Well, what happened now?” My mind went back to when I was…