LOUD SILENCE

  I maybe dead by the time you read this message. What has happened to me is shameful, disgracing and worth committing suicide over.  Last year, I met a man in his forties, dark in complexion, tall, rich, has a cute smile, soft spoken, knows how to give a warm hug and he was such a giver. We met at the gym. I actually went to the gym to pay and start training that night. I got to the gym at around 2pm during my break at work. I met him at the counter and I greeted and spoke directly to the man in charge. As I was about to pay, he jumped in and said: “Are you trying to insult me” licking his lips and forming cuteness.  “I’m sorry Sir. I didn’t mean to. I was speaking to him because I thought he’s the one responsible.” He took a step closer to me. “I mean, how can you be in the midst of these fine gentlemen and want to pay for yourself? Allow me to do that.” “No, I can.” He hurriedly gave his card to the gym operator and said “Pay 6 months from here” “Thank you so much. Thi...

  I am such a big fan of love. At this age and time, I am missing nothing but love. I have a highly paid job as a lawyer, I’m from a good family, I have good friends and colleagues and I have a beautiful woman whom I want to marry. Oley means the world to me. She has been so supportive and loving. An amazing woman altogether. I didn’t waste much time before I ask her to marry me. That was after 5 months of dating. Her eyes are like half the sun. Her smile was indescribably cute. I considered myself amongst the blessed men. I had a queen. I’ve always yearned to meet her parents. She spoke so highly of them. This particular day, I was so neatly dressed going with Oley to see her parents two days before our wedding because they just arrived from Canada. We were both so happy and in love. We even wore matching outfits. Oley kept stealing glances at me. “It is evident that you’re stealing glances at me. You can’t even hide” I said whilst we were about to enter the hotel where her parent...

  My name is Nandirr. I’m 21 years old and I have done 7 abortions. But before you judge me, you might want to know my story. I am the first child and the only daughter of a family of four. In my family, it is almost useless to have a daughter. I grew up with so much hatred around me. My mother has always cursed me referring to me as the reason my father hates her because he wanted a son and I turned out to be a girl and a first born for that matter. Growing up, my father hated seeing me. I didn’t go to places he was; I didn’t eat from the same plate with the rest of the family, I wasn’t allowed to say my name with my surname, I wasn’t taken to school like any other child and many other things I am trying to forget now. All I did was house chores. The best thing I knew was to work like a donkey. At age 5, I started cooking and cleaning, working like a slave. No one ever showed me love. My brothers are as misogynist as our father was. They addressed me the same way our father di...