Diary of a Cheating Wife, Pt. 3: Bitter-Sweet Lust
Facing me with red briefs in his hands and his finger pointing at a torn-out piece of Durex condom pack on the rug... my mind just went blank as I could see Damon’s skin in the wardrobe
I started writing at a young age of about 8yrs old and had my first article published in The Democrat Newspapers in Kaduna, Nigeria. My journey as a Creative Writer started from childhood where my sense of imagination was wild and free along with an awesome gift of descriptiveness. Over the years, I have created stories that run across various genres. I enjoy challenging myself with every new write-up; delivering unique, captivating, suspenseful and intriguing stories across genres that readers can relate to. I sway my pen around the art of poetry, fiction, and the creation of an array of emotions.
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Diary of A Cheating Wife, Pt. 2: Bitter-Sweet Lust
Under the rain, our bodies concealed in the shadows of the dark clouds...the cool wind ever-increasing the passion. Damon made love to me... the second time... and counting.
DIARY OF A CHEATING WIFE, Pt. 1: Bitter-Sweet Lust
My husband had not touched me in 7 months, and this thought kept replaying in my head as I beheld Damon's naked, perfectly built body right in front of me.
If I Don’t Die: The Power of Letting Go
"If I had tired just a little bit to gain the power of letting go, I would be fine by now"....she spoke quietly to herself as she settled into the bathtub and cut her wrist with a sharp blade.
The Affair: An Unlikely Secret Lover
Yes! A woman just like me. I don't know how it happened, but this is where we are. She reintroduced me to the real person that I am, and she loved my flaws more than she tried to correct them.
Love Without Boundaries
Twenty-eight solid years; and he vanishes without any trace except for a 4-page letter telling me he’s found true love...
No Laws to Grieve. Dealing with the Loss of a Loved One
I want to grieve but I am in disbelief. It still feels like I need to wake up from this nightmare but deep inside, I knew it was real.
Divorce: An Escape Route (Part 2)
She didn’t give me peace but she wouldn’t leave me alone. She was hell bent on either killing me or sending me to a mental home.
Divorce – An Escape Route (Part 1)
A few days later, Bala left for Sokoto State for some social functions without saying anything to Zuwaira. He only left a note by the TV in the family living room, which read, “I’ll be back whenever you see me. A ten million naira transfer will be made to your account; confirm the transaction and send it to my uncle Yusuf immediately.”
Emotional Attachments: Why You Should Secure Your Heart, Use Your Brain and Fulfill Your Desires
His eyes were dim, his lips were moist from the wine he just sipped, and for the first time, I noticed how beautiful his fingers were and how neatly his nails were trimmed.