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ZerahWrites

@zerah

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ZerahWrites
@zerah Apr 19, 2026, 10:49 AM UTC

Quiet Peace

My brain was full. But it wasn't the productive kind. It was the kind where your brain is filled with only noise and nothing makes sense. This time I was staring at a page that stopped making sense t…

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ZerahWrites
@zerah Apr 14, 2026, 9:04 PM UTC

On A Lonely Road

It happened so fast the night I got robbed. Just like every other day, the road looked calm. I had worked late that night, and my bus had broken down two stops before my street. It was taking time fo…

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ZerahWrites
@zerah Apr 10, 2026, 8:05 AM UTC

The Life I Prayed For

I was nine years old when I first told God exactly what I wanted. I wasn't in church, nor was it any prayer meeting. It was just me and the silent desires of my heart, let out to God in quiet solitud…

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ZerahWrites
@zerah Apr 8, 2026, 6:46 AM UTC

Underweighed

Balogun market was already in full swing by the time Mama Chinedu parked her car at the lot. I checked my time; it was 8:00 a.m. Even though we were very early, voices were already rising over each o…

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ZerahWrites
@zerah Feb 16, 2026, 8:57 AM UTC

Loving Me

The yellow Danfo oozed of damp upholstery and the faint, metallic tang of old rusty metals. I pressed my forehead against the vibrating window of the almost rickety bus dancing its way down the stree…

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ZerahWrites
@zerah Feb 10, 2026, 8:36 AM UTC

Runaway From Home

I had always threatened to move out as a kid whenever Mummy would shout at me. On that particular day, I knew it was my sign to leave. Mummy had just shouted at me for emptying her talcum powder on t…

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ZerahWrites
@zerah Feb 6, 2026, 7:15 AM UTC

Vacancy At Dinner

Our dining room was never just like a random room in the house. A simple square space with cream-painted walls stained by years of cooking smoke and hands, with a window that was never opened fully.…

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ZerahWrites
@zerah Jan 22, 2026, 4:34 PM UTC

The Fool I Needed To Be

I raised my hand before I realized it was too late to change my mind. The lecture hall was already hot that Wednesday afternoon, the kind of afternoon heat that sticks to your back, making you feel v…

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ZerahWrites
@zerah Jan 18, 2026, 11:34 AM UTC

Simmer

Mama Chinedu had promised to teach me how to cook her native soup, the one I had watched her make countless times but never managed to get right on my own. So that particular Saturday evening, after…

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ZerahWrites
@zerah Jan 12, 2026, 3:45 PM UTC

Muted

That weird feeling never announces itself, or its arrival. Just quietly it appears, just the way dust settles on a white cloth. That Tuesday, my room held me in, shielding me from the harsh heat in L…

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