The alarm goes wild and Janelle’s phone falls from the bed as she stretches and wearily opens her eyes one after the other. She suddenly realizes how cold her pink-themed room is and sighs as she spots her duvet nestled to one corner of the bed, far from her reach. “Thank God I live alone,” she says as she sits up nude and lazily walks to her live-sized mirror to admire her very unique physique; her legs are as straight as the Pillars of Hercules, joined to her pelvis on which her very African hips sit. The brown of her skin glows and only darkens where her areolas sit on her perfectly formed upright bosoms. This appears to be a regular routine every morning and the smile presently adorning her spotless face is proof positive that she enjoys looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her reverie is cut short because the reality of being queried should she get to work late, dawns on her, so she saunters into the bathroom. Opening the cabinet to her right, ...
"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...
Monday morning came with its usual nagging and longing for more bedtime, but Frank was already used to it. The shrill cry of the weird Chinese melody that was supposed to be his alarm tune never failed him. Now fully awake, he stood up, stretched his limbs, and chuckled as soon as he noticed his breakfast boner. Reaching for the air-conditioner remote on his nightstand, he turned the cooling unit off, then walked across the room to switch on the lights. After bathing, he dressed for work and sat on the bed. Opening one of the nightstand drawers, he retrieved his daily devotional, which he read before kneeling and praying for a little over ten minutes; fellowship with the HolySpirit was very important to him. After praying, he grabbed a particular notepad from the only table in the room and stuffed it into his backpack before exiting the house. Frank got to his workplace a little earlier than usual, so he seized the opportunity to follow up on the n...
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