He pulled. She struggled. He pressed. She wriggled. Harder he pressed himself on her, ruffling her, taming her wriggling to be free. She screamed a muffled...
Author - Eze Ifeanyichukwu Peter
Eze Ifeanyichukwu Peter studied Philosophy at the University of Nigeria, Nsukka. His works have appeared on Africanwriter, Afridiaspora, Brittlepaper, Black Boy Review, The Kalahari Review, and NaijaStories.
She came out from somewhere. I asked her to come. She did. We greeted warmly. And then I asked her to follow me. She did without any show of refusal as if she...
Life is here, in this place, where you are- not there, in that place where you yearn for. Yearning defers this place, this life that is here- the life there is...
“Tell that noisy committee in your head to shut up,” the preacher said. Twilight comes, and I am here in its embrace. I am here on the roadside...
