Geberated using OpenAII know I should’ve told her. But I just didn't have the courage. The truth is, I was a coward. Trust me, even courage, the cowardly dog will marvel at how cowardly I am.I realized it was all too late as I stood by the church door, holding tight to the invitation card she had sent to me earlier. I squeezed it tight, hoping that somehow I could change the hands of time and amend my mistake.

Generated using Meta AIIt was Saturday as usual. Boys in the street had gathered to play football at the community field just down the road. We were playing against the next street. We gathered together at Mama Ifeoma's canteen to strategize with Chike being the coach. We found him to be more experienced in football as he had played semi-pro before. But for the umpteenth time, his plan was simple: go play football, score a few goals, win. Then later we'll all gather and sip garri and groundnut under the mango tree.

The highest strain a relationship can pass through to know its true strength is definitely when the two friends engage in a business together without having a written agreement. Especially, a contract that details how the profit will be shared among them.

generated using OpenAI“I didn't know today was Monday.” That's exactly the excuse I gave to Madam Ekaette, my boss, that morning, I was asked why I came late to work.Till today I still don't understand what pushed me to say that.

Generated using OpenAIIt looked weird and scary at first when I saw the mouse wearing glasses.Trust me, I froze to my bones. I was in my late mom's cottage unpacking a whole lot of stuff she was hoarding in a bag. Engrossed in what I was doing, yet I still noticed the flash of grey that darted across the kitchen floor and hopped onto the windowsill. Then it now stood on its hind legs, holding a tiny cane.

generated using OpenAI"I miss you."Those three words were the first thing I whispered when I opened my eyes to the world this morning. My eyes were fixed on the ceiling, like it had all the answers I needed. Like there's going to be the slightest chiaroscuro of your face staring back at me from the ceiling. The room smelled like you. That soft, warm scent of masculinity you always carried around. That scent I could tell from a distance of your presence. I don’t even know how that was possible. Because you’ve been gone from me for years.