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MY NEIGHBOUR

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"S haron, Sharon..." my mother often called my English name twice when she wanted to talk to me about boys. Other times she would stick to "Chiwendu." That Saturday morning was not any different. I had just returned from a family friend's birthday party and was smiling up the stairs when my English name rang twice from the sitting room. "Sharon, Sharon," my mum called out. I rolled my eyes and dragged my skirt a little lower towards my knees to avoid drawing too much attention to how short they were, and it wasn't like mummy could care less about that. I sauntered into the room and sat down, taking in the usual long tales of boys and parties and what life in the university would be like. "Her sermons about boys became more intense when my dad won her in our small family court, which consisted of dad, mom, and me. He insisted that I attend a university that wasn't very close to our house, saying, 'She needs to learn to live without us
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ONE WHITE LIE

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B eing married to Kola was the next best thing to being alive. He came into my life just when I needed someone to fight for and with me no matter the situation. I had just returned from the UK after my master's degree and it felt like I was starting life again. I lost my parents just after my BSc. from the University of Portharcourt and worked for a few years to gather some money to further my studies. The UK was wild yet fruitful for me. I finished with good grades and ended a " situationship" just before I returned to Nigeria. Coming home was always the plan. That Thursday, I left my workplace and drove around the city. I hadn't had the opportunity to see what the new Governor had done with the city because I immersed myself in work soon as I got back into the county. Port Harcourt had changed a whole lot since I left and I was taking the entire view in when I had a flat tire sometime around 10 PM on a road that thankfully was well-lit with streetlights. I strugg
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IT'S JUST SEX

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My dad had completed his bungalow at the end of the close, making us the 5th family in the estate to build and live on own our property. The driver was in an unusual hurry to get back on the road, and for the first time since we moved into the estate, I got out of the car and stood outside my father's house as Uncle Dennis backed the car onto the main street and drive off. The gate behind me opened and a young boy, probably my age, walked out with his bicycle. We just stood and looked at ourselves. I wasn't sure what interested me more, the beauty of the estate or the fact that there was a young boy my age who stayed close. We both waved awkwardly and I ran into the house with an innocent smile on my face. I walked in to see both my parents standing and waiting at the door. "What were you doing?" roared my dad. "Nothing sir." "Abiye...Abiye..." my mom gently called my name and I looked at her. She knelt very close to me and held my hands. "
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