Vanessa Emeadi

In The Way Of Dreams

Writing about not writing is the ultimate flex for a writer.

Looking Life In The Face

They thought they’d wonThey were wrongThey thought they’d broken me downThey can only imagine

I’M FROM EDO STATE

Mary. That was her name. Very pretty girl, he thought. He watched her as he parked his car by the roadside. Moving the passenger window down, he grinned at her.

The Way Back Home (Concluding Part)

Bisi opened her eyes and found herself standing on a cold cemented floor. A quick look around told her she was in an uncompleted building and the bush she had fallen through was above her. She had somehow escaped the men who wanted to capture her.

The Way Back Home (Part 2)

Bisi joined the evening crowd making their way home.

A Friend Like No Other

Do you remember the printing shop we frequented during our uni days? That tiny shop that held so much banter and laughter.

What Is A Woman

What is a woman

The Year I Said Goodbye

September 1st, 2023 I said my goodbyes with a mixture of excitement and a little anxiety about the future. After a year and ten months of service I didn’t know how to stand on my own.

When The Wind Blows

Winter I told my pa that it was everything I wanted

Cycle

Ben came home from school. He was the only big kid in the compound as he’d left without the others, per his mother’s instruction; she didn’t want him playing with the kids of the other wives. He entered their own block and headed for the kitchen – each wife had her own kitchen. He wasContinue reading “Cycle”