Touch My Heart. I Dare You

Hi people. Uju here, talking about… stuff, ***************************************** Remember Primary School? (presuming that none of you are still there). In primary school, there was always a wave created by any person who had a good handwriting. Most of us had only just begun to write, thus anyone whose handwriting was great must have inherited it…

Leg Space

Staring at my feet… Shola had always complained of her husbands’ somnolent habit of intertwining his legs with hers, causing her to change her routine of twirling out of bed, to the less impressive one of standing up properly after carefully disentangling both pairs. It had irritated her, enraged her. She’d loved it. She’d loved…

RESISTIBLE pt 1.

Gray eyes were the first thing he saw. Growing up with her, he’d looked into her face thousands of times and seen the plain, expected brown color of her eyes. The same color as his. Now it wasn’t. She’d grown up. She’d gotten gray contacts. She’d left him behind. Still he smiled… He stood up…

Flash Fiction

The gray water reflected the profile of the couple on the boat. Her happy laughter drew him. The champagne, the hors d’oeuvres. Soon it changed. He kept on watching. He saw the nervous smiles, mostly on his face, the annoyed looking frowns; mostly on hers and eventually the sterling silver knife she pulled out from…

Announcement: Vacation Time

This blog is mine and I make no excuses. But I’m tired of blogging (for now). So, as was done on The Patterned Plate, an amazing blog I follow regularly, I’m handing this blog to my presumed doppelgänger-  The Mythical Uju. So for the month of November, this young woman will be your host at…