I dreamt of him… Saw him in this team… Hard work, commitment, time…. I saw it all sublime… THEIR FOUNDER’s PARTY …. He got no notable recognition… No status, no position, …a stylish segregation And all because… THIS IS NOT HIS SCRIPT…..!!! My brother, my friend……pride of his parents… Handsome, gifted, …., industrious like no … Continue reading Prayer for a Brother
…In short I really long for you. Fear gleeful gist might snap us? Please now turn it to photos snapping us. I must have you,so I need thee… If they may draw us , is a portrait of our couple artistry So wherever you are future wifey, If we are related, even if our cars … Continue reading Future wifey!
Just like a novel A life of blight This was my plight For it was darkness we were accustomed to Mum and I And whenever I stare at the family picture and I see her smile I marveled at how well she concealed her battered eye I had always wondered If it had … Continue reading Just Like A Novel
“I see you are smarter than other girls your age, but that has only made me want you more, you have also hurt my pride and I will make you suffer for it. It is what the lord wants and I shall fulfil his desire.” “What are you doing? Please let me go!” she cried … Continue reading Final Escape (3)
*** There are three sides to every story. Her Side How far. Na wa 4 u. So u can’t show up 2 support me. It is well. I read the sms that I had just sent to the supposed love of my life and I felt disappointed with myself as reading the sms … Continue reading THE PROPOSAL -Her Side
The memoirs of a moron… A girl and a young man who was anxious to fall in love. And as such our character met his girl. The minute he set eyes on her, all he could think of was dating her. He was so much in love with the girl. He did his research. He … Continue reading Memoirs Of a Moron
Before I self-destruct…. I’ve been taking my time to understand My maker and my worst enemy, Satan! Or isn’t he? An old long war, that shouldn’t in any way be man’s business… FUNNY ENOUGH… WE ARE THE SUBJECT MATTER!! And that’s crazy!! I may not find the answers, even if I live many years to … Continue reading Darkest War
Tribute to the Iyas Iyas, I greet you. Horrible vultures gathering in the dead of the night. One-eyed monsters who see clearer than those with two; Lovers of the dark; they have no use for the light. Iyas, I pay homage, Mothers whose silent whispers send men of courage into hiding, With boundless energy, not … Continue reading Tribute to the Iyas
ISLAMIC FICTION: Call for Submission Cerath Press, an independent Islamic publishing house in Nigeria, is now accepting submissions in the genres of Islamic Fiction—novels, novellas and short story collections. Islamic Fiction refers to creative, imaginative, non-preachy fiction books written by Muslims and marketed primarily to Muslims. Islamic Fiction may be marketed to secular … Continue reading ISLAMIC FICTION: Call for Submission
8:19 pm June 19, 1998 Ikenegbu Layout, Owerri. Kathryn walked with careful steps along the lonely dark bushy path. Her feet moved, one after the other, in swift strides; her thoughts maintained an equal pace too. Kathryn’s thoughts alternated between the possible dangers, she’d heard, that lurked in those paths; memoirs of the evening—well spent; … Continue reading Illusion
A siren sounded somewhere not too far and Amara ducked behind a tree. She knew how much trouble she was in as it was, being caught with drugs would definitely be the nail on her coffin. When she got to the corner that led to Pretoria central, she called her friend Biodun on the phone. … Continue reading Death By Banging: 2
She asked for more. Adele couldn’t get enough. Was Bayo’s soft lips that were running kisses down the sides of her neck that she needed more, or her other drug which she stared at with anticipation? Giggling, she lightly pushed Bayo off her body. Bayo wanted to resist, but the look in his lovers eyes … Continue reading Addicted to The Feeling
As i am staring through this window. All the memories flood my mind. Memories of time past, memories that could have been. It all started on a bright sunny day. I was fixing my hair in the saloon when my neighbour’s daughter walked in. “Sister good afternoon.” “Angela how are you?” “Fine.” She smiled. “Someone … Continue reading Remembering James
CHAPTER SIX “Like I said…I have nothing to say” Dafe retorted furiously as he began to climb the stairs up to the main entrance of the house. “But sir, it’s been rumored that your mother did not die of natural causes” the sternest of the three reporters that was swamping around him insisted. … Continue reading Family Secrets 6
Can NS employ me? ‘Cos writing is the only thing I’m good at While my friends play in the fields, And they study hard during the night, NS is what I think, NS is what I see NS is what I dream NS is the world I belong NS is where my mind always sway … Continue reading Will NS Feed Me?