2025
"sometimes to move forward, you have to move backward," uncle khalid said, sliding his knight back. the game seemed all but over. "you play like a cockroach," he teased with a sly grin.😏
Not expecting the move, leaving me wondering what was his motives.
i confessed, "i'm just scared to lose to an expert." He looks around the room as if searching for himself then looked back at a photograph hanged on the wall.
It was me and my elder brother i was holding an award i won at a chess competition,
I became tensed when I saw my elder brother,I really wanted the game to end . i pushed a pawn to the opponent's end, promoting it to a queen. uncle khalid handed it over, nodding, it finally end in a draw ,after a series of moves. the threefold repetition rule came to play,I did it intentionally to get some space for my self.
2040
Aunty, you are so cool.
I want to be like you
Will things get easier as I get older?.
No,you have to get more stronger ;she replied.
No word can describe the meeting of a friend that have not seen each other for years
Rachel and Hauwa from secondary to university and as they finally departed meet again,now with family,more responsibilities,dream and self realization
The beautiful thing in life is when you know that the past is not to be dwelled in but to be learned from and that you can't control people's thought and Thier though should not keep you from living.
Be happy be kind to yourself and never give up on making yourself better
Hauwa said I forgot who I was and where I came from that's why I lost track,never forget where you come from.
Rachel said,I would never stop making way for the Nigeria of my dream.
One step at a time, ✌️
I used to believe monsters lived under the bed.
Now I know better.
They wear human skin.
The chains bite into my wrists again as I try to squirm, but I don't cry anymore. Crying makes it worse. Crying makes me weak.
That's what he says, anyway.
"Big girls don't cry," he sneers, dragging the blade slowly across my stomach. "You're not a baby anymore, are you?"
I try to be silent. I try to be still. But the pain makes my body twitch. The blood trickles like warm tears down my ribs. I squeeze my eyes shut and pray for the darkness to swallow me whole.
It doesn't.
I wish I could remember my mother's voice. My father's face. My brothers-
Were they even real?
Or just dreams I invented to survive?
Time doesn't exist here. Only pain.
And him.
He says my name like it's a curse: Alessia.
He tells me pain is my teacher. That fear will become my friend.
That one day, I'll thank him for turning me into something more than a girl.
He's wrong.
I'm not more than a girl.
I'm something else entirely.
Because one day, I stop praying for the pain to end.
I start learning from it.
One day, I take the knife from his hand.
One day, he bleeds.
That's the day I stop being Alessia, the little girl.
And I become something far worse.