In our series of letters from African journalists, novelist and writer Adaobi Tricia Nwaubani reflects on her life after being diagnosed with terminal cancer

I've tried to find a new way. As it stands, my body is stuck with old habits and I can't shake them. I'm trying to find them. When I think about it, I haven't...

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It’s been a long time since I’ve written this but I’m going to tell you a little bit about my dad

I think my dad was born in Montana and I live in Oklahoma but I still try to travel up and down the western United States every chance I get no I had to...

Marianne walked down Harlow Street and took a deep breath of the fresh air

To the right was the shopping district, a large plaza full of specialty stores, all of them filled with bright and shiny merchandise that the masses loved. Then, they would push farther along, to...

I’ve been afraid of heights since I was a little girl

My friend Tony thinks that the fear of heights is psychosomatic. "It's what happens when you're small," he says. "You think you're tall and then you realize you're short. It's normal. It happened to...

“I don’t know who I am

He felt...sick. "What...wrong with you?" The dog's eyes went on watch him, its tail wagging. "Where...can I go? And who...are you?" The dog was silent and just kept on watching. "I don't understand." The...

Emil, Quincy, and the rest of the group were sitting on the side of the road waiting for the next trucker to arrive

Soon, all seven of the men were in their respective vehicles and on their way to their next destination. They pulled in to a truck stop that was located on a busy highway. The...

Savannah’s plan to spend the night with Beau every night this week had come to an end

Somewhere between her truck and the front porch, Sav let out a whistle of surprise, realizing Beau was home. Maybe he was a little late coming home again already, because he’d stopped by the...

I’ve been hearing a lot of horror stories about the swine flu pandemic

I guess you could say it’s all about control of the population. So they can control us, as much as possible. I had another thought. How come, people who read history books never seem...

Victor Dumoure woke up in the middle of the night

“You should be sleeping now.” said the voice of his wife, Lenore. “I’m wide awake,” said Victor with a wink. “What time is it, darling?” “Eleven.” “How early, Victor?” “You know how I am...

Two thousand ninety days since the nightmare began

Two thousand ninety days since the nightmare began. Nine hundred and sixty-five days since Connie Elizabeth came home, which was a year ago to her, she thought. It was a Monday, and it was...

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