<p>The road to home seemed longer, the red sand and mud heavy on her feet and the sun pierced her skin as she walked. She tried to keep to the shade of the trees as she made her way up the hill, being careful not to scruff her shoes against the stones and the pebbles. &hellip; <a href="https://easytowrite.wordpress.com/2014/10/04/coming-home/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Coming Home</span> <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></p>

<p>I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t afraid of the word Nigeria. It was my tormentor, my nemesis and my destiny. Even the word was heavy so heavy that you had to split it into 4 to say it properly – Ni – ger – ri- yah Destiny was another big word. Ever since &hellip; <a href="https://easytowrite.wordpress.com/2014/08/10/blue-sky-thinking/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Blue Sky Thinking</span> <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a><

<p>He didn’t want people to think he was anything like his father. He sighed again. The sound swallowed up by his inner emptiness. He must be getting introspective in his old age. Thinking about Tanisha and what an idiot he had been. Thinking about his relationship with the old man. He thought of Tanisha again. &hellip; <a href="https://easytowrite.wordpress.com/2014/06/19/the-homecoming-excerpt-of-novel-in-progress/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-rea

<p>      Annabel had gone to the States and come back with this book called “Get out there and get yourself a life.” She had insisted she read it.  Despite her hatred of self-help books and their self righteous advice that only seemed to work for the writers she had gone through it and &hellip; <a href="https://easytowrite.wordpress.com/2014/06/15/how-to-get-a-life/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">How to get a&nbsp;life</span> <span class=

<p>I notice that there is a spiders web forming around the door when I open the gate.  The garden is full of weeds and the neighbours flytipping- rusty stinking cans of beans, a couple of boxes from the fast food place down the road and a cat jumping out of what used to be our &hellip; <a href="https://easytowrite.wordpress.com/2014/06/13/susannahs-box-2/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Susannahs Box 2</span> <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;<

<p>I fill my lungs with air and expel &#8211; enjoying the tranquillity of a second, that turns to a minute, and then another and I close my eyes willing myself to sleep before the next onslaught, that shatters another night as I see sleep elude me again and I reach for the ear plugs and &hellip; <a href="https://easytowrite.wordpress.com/2013/05/13/upstairs-and-downstairs/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Upstairs and Downstairs</span> <sp

<p>Betty Mensah was a girl who had a lot going for her. Only she didn&#8217;t know it.  An only child, she had graduated from University when she was in her early twenties, which I think gave her too much spare time on her hands &#8211; too much time to think about getting married and settling down &hellip; <a href="https://easytowrite.wordpress.com/2012/09/05/the-girl-who-loved-too-much/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">The Girl who loved