As he shouted in anguish and determination, Fayiah’s face became covered in blood. He fought and succeeded in removing the beast from above him, but his wounds had left him very weakened. The sand took on the color of Fayiah’s blood. The beast attempted to push Fayiah back to the ground in a quick motion, but instead hit his ribs. Fayiah’s cry was cut short by the sound of bones snapping; he had already lost his voice. Continue Reading
Tambah was just a seventeen-year-old boy, but he had to do everything on his own. This was because his mother was very ill, and his father was jobless. Continue Reading
“If you tell your mom, she won’t believe you and even if she did, there’s nothing she would do about it. That also means you and your brothers will stop schooling.” That was the “after sex talk” he gave me. Continue Reading
She woke up, head still pounding to the beat of an awfully unpleasant girl’s night out…she decided to scroll through the camera roll to try and piece together the foggy events of last night. She found ten pictures she didn’t remember taking. All, except for one, were of her in various sleeping positions. Continue Reading
Your death was unprecedented. It came at a time when you already recovered. You cannot be blamed for leaving the church yard—it is normal for any patient to be discharged when he or she feels recovered—and in no way should anyone think the opposite. Continue Reading
Your condition worsened with time. They took you from one point to another and did medical checks. Nothing was discovered. Then they took you to a local church in Ganta for prayers and anointing, out of the awareness that it was a spiritual problem. Continue Reading
It has been over two decades since you lost your life to poisoned food. Looking back today, I realize a virtue you instilled in me. You taught me that for every experience that makes me feel wretched, I should never allow silence to overcome my ability to speak up Continue Reading
The next day, we reached my father’s village. Like any Liberian would do after not laying eyes on your relative for years, groups of women jumped from under a hut and ran towards us, one hugged my dad, another lifted me up to her chest. “Ke! dyor gaar ke uh dyu gar whein chaa waa”, a lady told her sisters how my dad and I resembled. Continue Reading
In no time Kla was at Lassana’s house. Okay, go ahead ‘Scrapper in love’ tell me exactly what happened today. Lassana said, putting aside everything. “I got a missed call from Decontee today,” Kla begun to elucidate, “so I used one of my course-mates’ phone (Gbalee) to call her because I was out of airtime. She told me that she wanted to go for lunch at the cafeteria with her friends. Immediately, my smile died because I couldn’t meet her request at the time, so I lied that I was in Pleebo.” Continue Reading
Angel decided to speak against the wrongs in the country, some government officers paid some men to beat Angel to death; they beat her up but she managed to escape. She sustained major injuries, her family advised her to stop, but she refused. She told them that a good citizen sacrifices everything to protect and defend their country. After she got treated, she organized a group and they staged a peaceful protest to speak against: Continue Reading
