Nneoma

Are you really reading this? Since you're here, let's do this. My name is Nneoma and storytelling is what I live for. When I'm not writing stories and content, I'm defending yam on Twitter. Let's be friends on social media?

Nne

“Nne, give me your hand and climb up” my mother said to me.I didn’t know what the time was, but I knew it was early. So many people were at the park, more than enough to fill up the buses, but the conductors still shouted at the top of their lungs- “Owerri, Enugu, Aba, Abakaliki, …

Whole

She woke up this morning with the same question she had had over the years“Is this the morning this ailment stops?”She doesn’t even look to see because because the warmth of her blood was between her thighs, and she could smell it.12 years. What did she do to deserve this?Why didn’t Yeshua answer her prayers?Were …

2010

A lone bike man breezes past with his cranky screeching okada. The afternoon is quiet save for the children who are belting out rhymes at the top of their voices. They probably have a teacher like mine who sneered at you or hit you if you weren’t singing loud enough. The scorching sun beat down …