Confessions of a Loved Woman

Confessions of a Loved Woman

Some days I wake up feeling out of sorts. No passion or zeal for the day. No passion for praying and spending time with God on such mornings. Today was one of such days. I prayed to God for help. I knew that it was just my feelings getting in the way. Possible...
Mon Day (Short fiction)

Mon Day (Short fiction)

Neche started her morning rounds. Today was like all other days. Still drowsy with sleep, she drew open the makeshift curtains which consisted of old worn out clothes. Kene ran out from the room already fully awake, his tiny four year old feet making soft tapping...