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Sulihat Suleiman
Student @ Nasarawa State University
Abuja, Nigeria
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Posted on Sept. 16, 2025, 12:18 a.m.
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In the echoes of yesterday, I hear the laughter, the whispers, the shouts of joy. The old friend group, the games that never ended, the chats that flowed like rivers, and the laughter that filled the air. Every moment was a brushstroke on the canvas of our youth, painting memories that refuse to ...
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Posted on Sept. 10, 2025, 1:21 a.m.
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It’s starting slowly,very slowly,crawling down my skinwith the patience of a snailyet moving quicker than my heartbeat,as if my own blood can’t keep upwith the whispers beneath my flesh.The temptation stirs,gentle at first,a shadow brushing against the edges of my thoughts,urging me to try things...
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Posted on Aug. 24, 2025, 11:08 p.m.
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The silence after loss is the loudest sound a person can know. It is not the silence of peace, nor the silence of sleep, but the silence that presses on the chest until it feels like breathing itself has become heavy. In the middle of the night, when shadows stretch long and familiar voices are g...
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Posted on Aug. 23, 2025, 4:04 a.m.
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I can still hear the anguished voice of my father crying out, “Mama, where are you?” His words break through me like shattered glass. The echo of “Ozoihu izu ya?”— Where are you?—cuts deep, leaving wounds no one can see.I grew up in a home where love was everything, even when we had nothing. Some...
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Posted on June 15, 2025, 11:46 p.m.
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Chapter 2: Beneath the SmilesThe more time I spent with them, the clearer things became—and the more unsettled I felt.Amina’s stories kept shifting, details bending and twisting depending on who was around. At first, I thought she was just traumatized, someone trying to process pain. But then I r...
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Posted on June 6, 2025, 11:39 a.m.
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 Chapter 1: First ImpressionsAs I entered the room, I was greeted by Aisha's warm smile and Amina's reserved demeanor. Kenny burst in later, radiating positivity, while Kadija quietly observed from the sidelines. My initial impressions were mixed – Aisha seemed kind, Amina's vibe was hard to read...
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Posted on May 23, 2025, 9:50 p.m.
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My name is Zali, and this is my story. Growing up, my mom was my everything. She worked tirelessly to provide for me, sacrificing her own dreams so I could have a better life. I remember the countless nights she'd stay up late, sewing clothes for us to wear, and the early mornings she'd wake up t...
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Posted on May 22, 2025, 8:08 p.m.
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In a quiet town nestled in the Appalachian mountains, a young man named Daniel found himself at a crossroads. Life in the town was simple, even idyllic, with its rolling hills and tight-knit community, but for Daniel, the weight of an unresolved past kept his spirit restless.
Daniel had grown up...
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Posted on May 22, 2025, 7:55 p.m.
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Growing up, I thought marriage was meant to be a bed of roses. People often said it was a union for "better or worse," but I couldn't understand why there should be a "worse" if it was supposed to be a bed of roses.
In my early years, I had a picture-perfect view of marriage. My father would coo...
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Posted on May 21, 2025, 8:01 p.m.
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The room was dim, the flickering light of a single candle casting long shadows on the peeling walls. It smelled of medicine and damp wood, the kind of scent that clings to places where life has long fought a losing battle. Clara lay on the iron-framed bed, her breaths shallow, her face pale again...
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Posted on May 20, 2025, 11:59 p.m.
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Zally never liked birthdays. They always felt like deadlines. A reminder of what she hadn’t done yet. What she was supposed to have figured out by now. And this one—this 18th—loomed like a final exam she hadn’t studied for. It started on **May 20**, exactly one week out. She sat on her ...
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Posted on May 20, 2025, 11:26 p.m.
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"As the cold breeze whispers secrets on this lonely night, the eve of my graduation, I'm enveloped in a sea of memories, and your presence lingers like a gentle shadow. It's been years since you departed, leaving behind a chasm that time cannot fill, yet the ache of your absence still feels like ...
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Posted on April 29, 2025, 2:25 a.m.
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As I stood at the airport, a baby’s laughter broke through the hum of the terminal, pure and unrestrained, echoing in the sterile air like a song of innocence. The sound wrapped itself around my heart, tugging at something deep inside me. I couldn't help but pause, a lump rising in my throat, as ...
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