Women & Marriage

 

A Short Love Story

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They met in the corridors of the university. He was like a tanker rolling towards her; his shoulders filled the corridor, his very presence blocking her way. He towered over her like a watchtower. He seemed to radiate magnetism,

 

Ngatinku

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She waited alone for her Uber outside the gate of one of the clustered grey-looking apartments in South B. It was past midnight and the street was forlorn and deserted. A stray mangy dog with old, grey fur stopped

 

A Good Hammer

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She often goes to a spa over the weekend for a body scrub and an aromatherapy massage, after which she sits in the garden and drinks a glass of tonic water with a slice of lemon or herbal tea

 

Dear D,

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She said, “I want to tell you my story, but I would like you to write it in the form of a letter to my ex-husband.”

Dear, D

On my 45th birthday I woke up and made tea and

 

Pied Piper

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She’s seated on a wooden bench in the brightly lit hallway, waiting to have an abortion. She’s 21-years old, still only recovering from the wreckage of teenage and now only confronting the full secrets of womanhood. Her mother thinks