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?

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 …

Woman, go.

“You promised! You said that you were blinded with your love for me and that you’d do anything! Even when I was skeptical at first you’d promised you’d always be there” she said between tears and hiccups.The one she’d left all for was going to leave her hanging. All the promises meant nothing, all the …