How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me. --W.H. Auden (The More Loving One) Ink15 --- Imagine the Impossible
LINES OF THE WEEK 2
LOVE & INDECISION
by Okoye Chukwudi Ezeamalukwuo I woke up this morning thinking of Nkem --that beautiful ebony girl with sleepy eyes and seductive smile. I woke up this morning thinking of her --the way she laughed, the softness of her voice when she said OK, and the awkward manner in which we ended our conversation last night.... Continue Reading →
A RENDEZVOUS ON THE CLIFF (Short Story)
It was a cold January morning. The weather was foggy, and the leaves - what could be seen of them - were coated in thick layers of dust and despair. The bush was quiet, except for the rhythmic roar of the waves against the rocks, and the gentle movement of human feet on the sands. I could feel the harmattan driving its claws into my flesh as I stood at the edge of the cliff, - a small clearing in the bush - and gazed down at what was the remains of my mistress - Ugomma. For what appeared like ages I stood there, gazing silently at what was left of her, and of what was now left of what we had.
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