We all have that voice.The one that whispers, “You’re behind,” or shouts, “You’ll never get it right.”It sounds convincing. Familiar. Like it knows you.But...
There’s a quiet ache that trauma leaves behind.
It’s not always loud.It’s not always dramatic.Sometimes, it’s in the way you say “I’m fine” too quickly.Or...
ABBYAbuja. The name sounded smooth and official when I got the offer. I imagined glass buildings, clicking heels, conference calls. Mallam Rabbu had said,...
Abby: “Project” indeed. That’s what I was, Chief’s little side project. Nothing more.
A few days after the chaos in the flat, after constant bickering...
