I first met Funmi when I was fifteen, in my fourth year of secondary school. My parents had been separated for two years by then, and I’d returned from London with my father the year before—someone I hated with fervent intensity. I loved my mother dearly, however, and I didn’t want to burden her with…
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Play Time
The light flooding my room is momentarily blinding. I squint, disoriented by the sudden shift, and the clothes hanging loosely on my body, exposing how uncomfortably thin my limbs are. I try to orient myself, but my body is stiff, and I’m yanked from the room before I can make sense of anything. My eyes…
The Night Pass
It was the sharp smell of blood that eventually roused Henry from his sleep, his hands over his eyes in an attempt to calm the pounding behind them. Straightening up in bed, he noted the sweat dripping from his body and the dampness of the shirt plastered to his chest. Aside from the smell, he…
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