ONUOHA FAY CLAIRE

The Contact – Onuoha Fay Claire

“I’m keeping this baby no matter what.” Jess clutched her tummy as if doing that will protect the fetus within. Giving a long hiss, she stomped out of the hotel....

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My Husband – By Onuoha Fay Claire

I awake to the bubbling sound of a teapot building up steam somewhere in the house. The kitchen, precisely. David’s in there, I guess. My husband. The covers are drawn...

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My Final Year At The University (3) – Onuoha Fay Claire

The subsequent weeks went by in a blur. I was living large, everything was perfect… Till I started falling sick in the mornings and getting dizzy and tired often. I...

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My Final Year At The University (2) – By Onuoha Fay Claire

Friday night came and I found myself at Hotel De Royale, the rendezvous. My client contacted me earlier that day and gave me directives. He sounded warm and kind over...

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My Final Year In The University (1) – By Onuoha Fay Claire

 We are going to Umuoji today. Umuoji is my hometown. They’re coming for my introduction; Chief Akaego and his people. Mama and the older women are bubbling with joy, obviously,...

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MMACHUKWU – By Onuoha Fay Claire

 I sat there on the threadbare sofa opposite Papa’s reclining chair. The atmosphere in the room was tense; Mama kept fiddling with her fingers and couldn’t even look at me....

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