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Khadijah Mohammed
Writer @ Abuja
city Abuja, Nigeria
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Posted on April 24, 2025, 6:31 p.m.
THE GIRL IN THE WELL CHAPTER III
In Mental Health • 6 min read Alas, I have seen the devil, for he is made of flesh and boneI did hope that TJ would not come back for a very long time. The last time I saw him, he was being pulled away by some men in uniform. He kept yelling “I didn’t do anything! It wasn’t me!” Mum kept crying and trying to beg the men. “P...
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Posted on April 21, 2025, 6:04 a.m.
THE GIRL IN THE WELL (CHAPTER II)
In Literature, Writing and Blogging • 5 min read How do the dead sleep at night?I knew it; she was dead. At that moment, my legs were shaking, my head was spinning, it was a feeling I had never felt before. I looked at Leila’s mother, and though the whole place was filled with tears, her shock frightened me; the most; it was like a piece of her...
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Posted on April 14, 2025, 10:31 p.m.
THE GIRL IN THE WELL
In Literature, Writing and Blogging • 6 min read Dig two graves” she said “One for me, the other. . . for you”It was like every other morning in the month of August. The heavy rain came down tremendously, restricting anyone from coming outside. It had been this way for the past six days. I was still in my room, covered in my blanket and fast as...
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Posted on April 13, 2025, 11:07 p.m.
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In Literature, Writing and Blogging • 1 min read Take a peek into my heart,  It has so many holes, Punctured by the pain I carry in my soul. My now sad eyes, Once saw painted skies Sparkling star and Coloured breeze. But now,  I see nothing. My heart is bruised, My soul though blackened,  bleeds, My eyes, still sad,&n...
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Posted on April 11, 2025, 6:18 p.m.
Brother Keeper
In Literature, Writing and Blogging • 2 min read This is it. I saw what they did, I saw them the moment they walked into the classroom. No one else was there, just Aaron and I. They didn’t see me though because I hid behind the lockers. They walked up to Aaron as he quietly packed his books from the table. They circled him, they weren’t really ...
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Posted on April 10, 2025, 7:10 p.m.
The girl at the window (part 2)
In Mental Health • 6 min read with me, I was going to have sex with Jeremy, the coolest boy in school. He asked me to take off my clothes, and I did, gladly. I thought he was sweet when he gave me fruit punch after I told him I don't drink alcohol, everything after that was blurry. I woke up but I couldn't move, I could see J...
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Posted on April 10, 2025, 7:06 p.m.
The girl at the window part (1)
In Literature, Writing and Blogging • 7 min read I looked out the window, it was covered with snow and the people’s footprints that littered it. I didn’t know who they were but I knew they were downstairs, they must be here for the funeral. Winter has always been a weather I wasn’t fond of, the cold breeze has always been a little too much for...
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Posted on April 9, 2025, 6:20 p.m.
Her Husband
In Literature, Writing and Blogging • 5 min read Day one It started out like any other day. Today for some reason, felt different. I know it wasn’t because my clothes were littered on the floor. I have always had a habit of being a little bit messy when William is out of town. After my shower, I went to the kitchen to prepare something for ou...
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Posted on April 7, 2025, 10:40 a.m.
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In Literature, Writing and Blogging • 2 min read     It all started that night. I know you will not remember, you were too busy being enticed by the cheap liquor that roamed the air and the falsetto voice of the Nigerian man you and your friends danced to.        He walked into my room that night. I never knew an...
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