Comfort Eboigbe

Joined September 2021

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I write to understand myself and others. Check out https://maecee.blog/ for other things written by me.

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Dara (3)
No matter how much my heart aches and I want to call him, I don’t Because I remember that I promised myself to never be like my mother. Never stay with a man that hits a woman.
By Comfort Eboigbe4 years ago in Fiction
I knew it was love
The first time I wrote a story I wanted to rewrite a story I just read I knew I could give it a better ending And when I was finished
By Comfort Eboigbe4 years ago in Poets
My Life as an Inspiration
Today I stopped myself From giving away too much Somehow, somewhere I learned A woman must hold some things to her chest
By Comfort Eboigbe4 years ago in Poets
Anxious For Nothing
I wonder, I ponder, my heart skips Sometimes I sit still, stop moving Stuck in the same space, somewhere soothing Because my fear of the unknown
By Comfort Eboigbe4 years ago in Poets
Hello Stranger
Hello stranger I just met you, so understand That I have no obligation to you No obligation to trust you No obligation to care for your heart
By Comfort Eboigbe4 years ago in Poets
Perpetua
Once upon a time, I had a very close friend, Perpetua Perpetua and I had become friends during one of my internships. She was absolutely gorgeous and a little older than me, but we loved the same things.
By Comfort Eboigbe4 years ago in Fiction
Arome 2
The first time I openly defied Granny Arome was when she threatened to disown me if I didn't break up with Lanre (Arome's father).
By Comfort Eboigbe4 years ago in Fiction
A bad day
What constitutes a bad day? A sequence of unfavorable events that might or might not be linked together but in its totality will piss me off, cause me to want to cuss or cry out.
By Comfort Eboigbe4 years ago in Confessions
Dara (2)
I would love to return to the moment before I knew. Before I heard a knock at my door and my whole world changed. When I opened the door, there stood Mofe, her face littered with bruises.
By Comfort Eboigbe4 years ago in Fiction
Dara (1)
I have a secret I am scum. I really am. You may wonder why that would be the first thing I say about myself, but in my rare moments of sincerity, I understand that I must not lie to myself irrespective of how good I want to feel. I am twenty-three, light-skinned, and beautiful. I refuse to comment on my height or cup size because those things don’t matter. What matters is what I am about to tell you.
By Comfort Eboigbe4 years ago in Fiction
Forbidden
Our love story is illicit Forbidden by duty to country We stand on opposite sides Separated by war and death Burdened with guilt and desire
By Comfort Eboigbe4 years ago in Poets
Arome
Mother said I am an old soul. She said I remind her of her grandmother. She says I must be her reincarnation and I drunk from the well of forgetfulness at the gate into this lifetime.
By Comfort Eboigbe4 years ago in Fiction

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Dara (3)

I knew it was love

My Life as an Inspiration

Anxious For Nothing

Hello Stranger

Perpetua

Arome 2

A bad day

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Dara (1)

Forbidden

Arome

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