Esther Fashola
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⚖️ Judge the Case: I Stole Him, Married Him, Destroyed Him But Was I the Villain?
As they say, all is fair in love and war. I said all was well in love and survival? Perhaps you may judge my callousness or my desire to choose myself. Perhaps I was hasty or harsh, but here is the story of my life. So judge ye, whoever hasn't sinned before should cast the first stone.
By Esther Fasholaabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
He Looked Like Home. He Became My Nightmare
I had no one to blame but myself. I fell for his charm. He was such a sweet talker. The perfect boyfriend. I had been grieving the loss of my previous fiancé. My parents had absolutely rejected him due to his tribal origins. My mother had screamed incessantly, “People from his clan beat up their wives. They don't usually have lasting marriages,” she claimed.
By Esther Fasholaabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
May's Luck
The dry leaves on the trees fluttered to the ground aimlessly, across the November sky. The ground was dry as the night settled in, May cast a resigned glance at the plants that had withered in her large garden. She had wept her share of tears and wished she could perhaps turn her tears to water her plants. The drought had hit the little Oak City with much grievousness, they all had no way to make their plants survive, the ground was hungry and the nearby streams dried up. The little water they got from the town pump was just what they all used to stay alive themselves. They could only watch as their plants withered one after the other and the gradual leanness in the portion of food served on the dinner table.
By Esther Fashola4 years ago in Fiction
