Betty Tuesdays

Short Stories, prose, poetry from a young Nigerian award winning writer.

Short Story: Oyinbo

Hey beautiful people! Marilyn here. It has been a while. This one is a new story that I hope you will enjoy. See you on the other side! *** Oyin was a sensitive child. She learned to play alone without siblings or friends. She learned that she loved her mother, but that her mother did…

Short Story: Giving Her Away

Hey beautiful people! Merry Christmas! I’m so excited for this time of year. Unfortunately, my writing bone doesn’t quite understand what happiness is this time of year. Nobody deserves to read a sad story the rest of the year (except of course it’s in These Words Expose Us ;)). So because I love you, here’s…

Love in Letter

Hey beautiful people! Marilyn here. I love letters… writing them and reading them; especially handwritten letters. There is a raw honesty in emotion, I think, that is peculiar to letters. Also, for me, I find it quite an experience to read letters as a recipient (even if it was not addressed to me). Today, I’ll…

Naming

Hi guys, so I wrote two stories that appear in the recently released TNC book, These Words Expose Us: An Anthology. This is an excerpt from one of them. Enjoy! **** He shifts beneath the covers and she finds her body tensing; her blood congealing until she is stiff next to him. She recognizes that restless…

Short Story: First of Many

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Hey beautiful people! Marilyn here serving you a very short and sweet story today. This one was written by she-who-shall-not-be-named and it feeling some typa way. Enjoy! *** They would always both remember their first time. But in different ways. He would mostly remember the details. Like how taking off her clothes felt like a…

Short Story: Pink Polish

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You stare at the black tiles under your feet; at the contrast your fair feet and pink nail polish make against the dark shiny floor. Your shoes are outside the room because that woman had stared at your red shoes with scorn before shifting her gaze to the line-up of shoes on your right. You…

Marie Age’s Epitaph

Hey beautiful people! Marilyn here today. It’s poetry today! Get excited. Okay maybe not too excited. This one is an old poem that I have tried to revive. I like to try my hands on poetry when the spirit moves. I hope you enjoy reading. *** Her words were untrue And so were theirs For…

Short Story: Midnight

Hi guys. Betty here. Today’s story was written by The Alchemist. I remember that the first time I read it, the images stayed in my head. I hope you enjoy it as much.. ************ The train begins to move erratically, like a confused, mechanical millipede unsure of which direction to take and yet, compelled to…

Short Story: People Lights

“And what does this one do?” His question carried a surprising sturdiness the second time. I sat, stunned, staring sorely at the six year old that had knocked at my front door a few minutes before. The flicker from the candle in the room cast a long shadow of his long head against the wall,…

Short Story: Cecelia

“Won’t you have some small chops? The spring rolls are really nice oh.” She mummurs a no and waves the waiter away. Her eyes remain lowered, as they are wont to when she is in company. When the waiter, clad in the ridiculous Ankara waistcoat finally moves on, she lifts her eyes from the mixture…