Diamond folded her arms, still smirking.“Two girls try am. One wey dem catch—Uncle Solo beat am sotay her eye swell like yam. Lock am for room—one week. No food, no light. Only water.” Peaches lowered her eyes, her voice barely above a whisper. “The second one no make am. She run—jump fence. They no fit … Continue reading THE GIRL WHO RAN AT NIGHT (PART 7)
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THE GIRL WHO RAN AT NIGHT (PART 6)
A month later...The door creaked softly as Efe buried her face into her palms, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.Her legs ached. Her chest felt hollow.She had stopped counting the men. The sounds. The shame.She only knew that every night blurred into the next, and the girl in the mirror no longer looked like her.The door … Continue reading THE GIRL WHO RAN AT NIGHT (PART 6)
THE GIRL WHO RAN AT NIGHT (PART 5)
She opened her mouth to ask a question, but his voice sliced through the silence.“If you wan chop and sleep under this roof, you go learn how to work. No free life here, you dey hear me so?”Then he turned and left her there.That night, as she curled into herself, the nylon bag clutched tightly … Continue reading THE GIRL WHO RAN AT NIGHT (PART 5)
THE GIRL WHO RAN AT NIGHT (PART 4)
Back inside the hall, the atmosphere shifted. The laughter had quieted, and the music faded into a soft background hum. Amanda stood, a little hesitant now, unsure of what would come next. Mr. Tolu caught her eye and gave her a reassuring nod. Ruth, his wife—regal in a deep blue iro and gold gele—smiled gently … Continue reading THE GIRL WHO RAN AT NIGHT (PART 4)
THE GIRL WHO RAN AT NIGHT (PART 3)
She wore a crisp white jumpsuit, gold bangles clinking softly as she moved. Graceful. Clean. Unbothered. Her hair was pinned back in a low bun that framed her face; simple, but striking. Dayo followed behind her, holding a small black box.When it was time for guests to present their gifts to Mr. Tolu, there were … Continue reading THE GIRL WHO RAN AT NIGHT (PART 3)
ROOTED & EVOLVING 