England (Deardre)  "The test results came out positive." "What? Does this mean I'm pregnant?" "Yes, you're two weeks pregnant miss Smith," The doctor extended his right hand towards her for an handshake as he added,"Congratulation." Deardre had tears in her eyes not because she got pregnant out of

Fabian typed away on his phone while he awaited the return of his girlfriend from the restuarant's restroom. He was chatting with his friend, Deardre who lived far away in England. They had met few years back in an hotel when he had gone over there for a vacation. She was a nice, pretty lady with blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes that caught his attention when they first met. He pretended to ask for the direction to any African restaurant she knew that was around the corner and she obliged politely by giving him directions. Since that day they became friends and he took that as an opportunity to spark up more conversations with her by complimenting her lovely eyes and accent, and ever since then they became close buddies. Even when Fabian travelled back to Nigeria (Delta State to be precise), they kept in touch

Delta state, Nigeria (Cookie)  The weather was sunny today. One wouldn't want to walk under the scorching heat of the sun but Cookie had no choice. Her father had sent her on an errand to buy him dried fish from his fish customer. Cookie had no problem with running errands for him yet, it was such an undesirable task to do especially since it felt like the sun was burning her skin.  Mr. Oyin's fish seller was two streets away from their house so Cookie took to running. She wanted to get there on time, buy her father's fish and then head back home quickly.  When she got there, she greeted the fish seller, "Aunty Rose, good afternoon." Aunty R

Delta state, Nigeria (Cookie)"Ouch.""Sorry, my child.""It hurts, ouch.""I know, you just have to endure." Mrs. Oyin advices her, using the warm towel to gently wipe the welts on Cookie's arm. She dipped the towel into the lukewarm bowl of water, squeezed and then wiped. Cookie groaned as she felt the stinging sensation of the impart on her wounded skin.  "I'm sorry," Her kept repeating the words. "Why do you keep saying sorry wh

Delta state, Nigeria (Cookie) The day got dark and it's was prettily cold outside. Cookie sat on her mother's lap with her head on her shoulder as her mother rocked her back and forth slowly to the sound of the flute played by Alex. They were sitting close to a fire arranged with fire woods, and watched as the day passed by slowly, wishing tommorow not to come. Each one of them were drowned in their own thoughts that no one spoke to the other in a long time. Cookie was thinking and searching for answers as to why her life turned out this way. She also wished there was a route of escape for her from all this. Cookie felt too weak to shed tears, she'd been doing so