The forlornly cloud pompously Swallowed the sun out of the scene. Dusty sand whirled through the air Sending shivers of smoky breeze From the dusty desert dune. Falconiform birds liked leathers soar High through the sky in ascension. Joyful thriving trees dancing free To that rhythmic pattern from Those free flying old rusty roofs. Wires … Continue reading A Ravaging Rainstorm
Why should I hold it in? Is my heart an inn? Why should I not say when I have been hurt? Will you only learn the evil your shunning made me do when I become a member of the dreaded cults? Why can I not cry too? Why does my pains have to be kept … Continue reading Why Should I?
What a fiery beauty you have become! My brother, fruit of my father’s loins. Auspicious, Beautiful, Promising. Thence came our crossroads. You chose West I chose home. I dine amala and ewedu I wine fura and nunu, Ugba and palmwine are priceless to me. But you. Yes you! You washed away your colours. You embraced … Continue reading Neither Here Nor There
Niger area, an area occupied by revenue indebted culture without the activeness of equity in play. An area translated with the anxiety of greed in the veins of our leaders, yet nation envy your greateness. An area of plain theft and languished worries of fear of the next big thing, yet nations counts on you … Continue reading Proudly Country
I look back on the memories we’ve had sometimes ago When life was free for every one of us, both young and old When hiding in dilapidated buildings wasn’t a survival technique And death was from nature, not a man-made epidemic When our young ones were free to go to school, grow up and become … Continue reading Remember Us This Way
Chapter one Stella watched sadly as her husband packed his suitcase. He just arrived home two weeks ago and he was already leaving again. Even though she didn’t like his job, there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. Not unless she wanted to starve. His lack of education was one of the … Continue reading Shattered Hope (contemporary romance) 1
This could be You… “Maggie, I noticed how well you do with your writing. I have a major problem with mine. It seems there are not enough hours in the day to get everything done and then be able to write also. How do you do it? How can you help me?” This was the … Continue reading A Call For Writers
THIS HOUSE IS NOT FOR SALE This house is not for sale- beware of my kitchened wife, beware of Emeka, my son & Tobi, my Son-in-law; even Musa, my gate man. Everyone is a thief in his room, everyone is a saint outside his room- Trespassers will be persecuted. Behind the closed doors are unscripted … Continue reading This House Is Not For Sale
Without you every minute Spent was like a year. Daily I die a million dead I can’t wait to tell you How hard it really has been Nursing nameless pain Without your smile here. I just had to let you know. BUT I just cannot fathom My dearest partner in life Why tis so, thou … Continue reading Lone letter from an illiterate lover
Hello Bard, this is another wonderful opportunity for you to write and win cash and book prizes. Participate in the ongoing Writing Contest. This is new, so your chances are very high. All you need to do is to; 1. Write a story of about 700 – 1,000 words. 2. The story must be about … Continue reading Take Part in The Ongoing #thesuddenchallenge Writing Contest on Instagram
Koko paced the courtyard in half circles, like a lion ready to pounce on its prey. The west wind blew fiercely, carrying traces of salt and ashes. Earlier that morning, Koko and his men had attacked Ojika’s vineyard and set fire to it. His workers were not spared. Everyone and everything was burnt to the … Continue reading Inktober – Day 1: Poisonous
The day started out sunny, these days were the hottest days of the year with a number of people seen outside via the huge transparent glass window, cleaning their sweaty face with handkerchiefs, some holding tight to hand fans, terrible traffic happening all over the city in expectation of the President of the country; Every … Continue reading Cold Day In Summer
Amaka was the prettiest girl in my class while in primary two. She was loved by everyone including teachers and students alike. Everyone wanted to be her friend and I wasn’t an exception. I used to pray for the day she would borrow sharpener from me so that I could have the opportunity to talk … Continue reading The Poor Hero
Look at our daughters They now show no ill in laying with men old as their fathers Look at our sons Nothing is holding them back from scamming the green people with their bad brain and laptops Look at our mothers, fathers, the young men and alike; women, They now have no time for their … Continue reading Blame It On The Money
I HAVE GIVEN NOTHING TO THE WORLD YET I ran out of my self yesterday trying to be myself. My shadow watched me as I ran, it never followed me. It stood aloof looking at how desperate I was to myself. I tried to ran out of my body to the measurable deep down of … Continue reading I Have Given Nothing To The World Yet.