Nami Okalu
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Stories (6/0)
Gentle and Steady
“You’ll be safe here.” Julie said nothing, but Mrs. Holden was not offended. The woman sitting in front of her was soaked by a cold, fall rain, and Eliza Holden had to hold back tears when she helped Julie remove her coat, revealing bruises and an ugly gash on her arm, still bleeding. Eliza had known Julie since she was 6 years old. She could still remember the bouncy child who raced up to her holding the hand of her son, Charlie.
By Nami Okalu3 years ago in Fiction
Under A Thousand Stars
467. Aurora had exactly four hundred and sixty-seven shotgun shells left. On nights when the loneliness became too much to bear, as the fire crackled and the wolves howled in the distance, she counted out each shell, hoping to quiet her racing mind. For now, she was on number 124.
By Nami Okalu3 years ago in Fiction
A Good Day for A Best Day
Connection. It’s what so many of us are desperate to maintain or desperate to find. We so deeply want to be known and loved, but even when we find people who we bond with, keeping deep and sustained connection takes time and effort. While nothing can replace showing up for another’s needs in small ways regularly, sometimes we need a little help to light a spark of adventure.
By Nami Okalu3 years ago in Lifehack
In the Garden of Succulents
From the moment I first laid eyes on them, I hated them. My mother insisted on filling our new garden with succulents. We had just moved across the world from China to California, and my casual dislike of the state soon turned to full blown disdain. At 12, I had never lived in this state, despite being born there, and being stripped of my home had started my teen angst early.
By Nami Okalu3 years ago in Earth