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short story

ARITESIOMA – Part 3

by Laju Iren • November 14, 2016

Rita’s Mother “What do you mean you don’t know the address?” I scream into the phone. “Honey calm down, I know the place is in Surule…” my husband replies. “Is Surulere an address? I don’t even know why we let her go in the first place!” “Dear I need to put my phone off, the […]


ARITESIOMA – Part Two

by Laju Iren • November 8, 2016

PART TWO Aritesioma I am a child. My name is Aritesioma, but I prefer to be called Arit. Not that anyone has ever asked me. But even if someone did, I would not be able to tell them. It because of the kind of child I am. You see, there are two kinds of the […]


ARITESIOMA – Part One

by Laju Iren • October 31, 2016

Eyimofe “Take this, it will take care of everything.” I looked at the pill Gbenga had put in my hands. How could something so small take care of something so big? And what exactly did “everything” mean? Did it include the hurt and pain of betraying my parents, the memory of giving my virginity to […]