Amekufa
THE INTERROGATION The man didn’t wait.He moved closer. Sat right across from me. His right hand held what became more apparent—and more daunting—than just a machine that elec
Why ego is the enemy
There are many ways through which we can sabotage ourselves and our chances of doing well in life. Most of us are unaware of our toxic traits. In our era, everyone has a voice or t
Stay sober
It’s easy to be consumed by what others think about you. In reality, everyone is struggling. They rarely do care. To them, it does not matter whether you went to a restaurant las
Roses are red and so is blood
The Narrative of Kol Kalkut Chapter One When Idhil got married, I was a little shocked. I couldn’t quite believe it. Maybe it was because she still seemed so young. Or maybe—ju
“God is Punishing Me!”
Roses are red, and so is Blood The Narrative of AminaAs told to me by Kol Kalkut Kol is a good friend of mine. We are family. He has respectfully given me permission to piece to
I, Villain
Idhil was woken up by a dark-skinned woman tapping her cheek. At first, she mistook her for a househelp—someone under her husband’s employ. But this woman was different. She lo
Saving Idhil
Samir barely acknowledged the hug. He brushed her aside and quickly sat down. For a moment, silence fell—thick, electric. Tension grew with every passing second. Then Samir spoke
House 48
There was a commotion in House 48, a level above the ground. At first, I heard a woman’s sharp cry—then the shatter of glass. It was early morning; most people were still aslee
The Questioner
There was a house outside the city. Ten miles away. It belonged to a friend who had left for the US and entrusted it to me. I had the keys. On weekends, I paid a maid to clean it a
Let Me Die
The nurses and doctors who had accompanied Idhil from the radiology department returned—this time wheeling her from the accident and emergency unit. They seemed calm, collected.