Adindu The Village Drunkard
Nothing make more sense, Than his always on-hand bottle. Nothing muscles more strenght, Than the liquid content of his green bottle. Nothing stops his pace’s escape between space, Not even his soaked face can ‘normalcy’ talk to. It triggers-off his truthfull and semi false stream. In his words, ‘A man is never drunk of what […]
Angels And Humans
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Flesh and Blood
With a thorn in my side, i write this, With my very last breath, Hoping for the dramatic, a last resolve on my side, with your very love i have lost This rose that i bestow upon thee, A bush of roses with thorn, i beseech thee, To endeavor to remember me, In my very […]
The FEAR Magic!
I kicked my right leg violently against the wall as I walked through the passage that led to dining room upstairs. When will he change? I was coming from Father’s room, and we just had a tete-a-tete that made me really mad at him. Why wouldn’t he just allow me tell the principal he was […]
Love Like Knife
Love like knife It’s power, gentle, but controlling Just like life It is inevitable, but intoxicating – Dean Bin’Jamiu Twenty four hours ago, if you had caught a glimpse of his heart, you would have seen love circling it, like the loops of the Olympic symbol. But some minutes ago, his heart shattered like a […]
Till Lies Do Us Part: Part 4
“Victor please, I can explain.” She said. We all begin with those same words but can we really explain a thing? I threw my car keys on the bed, asking her to begin if she could. I couldn’t stop laughing as she pleaded with me, it was as if I was about to run mad. […]
And It Rained
Sometimes I wonder, but deep down in me I pray, prayer for d raining days to come, since our cloud has gone black and our soil gone famined leaving our sheeps devoured by d wild beasts, the little left for d minors are beign shared by d rich, the news are tragic and terror defined […]
Caricature Of A Lonely Heart: 4
Everything else started in earnest after that. They were welcomed and introduced to the students. As always, many of the students had taken to divalicious Julia. The girls liked her sense of style and the little scarves she ties around her neck. And the boys, well, talk about teen crushes. “Some people think they are […]
2015: Writers Name Port Harcourt After Saro-wiwa
2015: WRITERS NAME PORT HARCOURT AFTER SARO-WIWA As part of effort to recognize his stellar contribution to the development of African Literature, the society of young Nigerian writers in collaboration with the Port Harcourt writers’ Hangout have declared 2015 a memorial year in honour of the late environmental and human rights activist and author, Mr. Ken […]
Cyan’s Revenge: Moonlit shadow
Ten years later The man was dressed in dark conservative colors so that he blended seamlessly with the night. His left hand was seated at the belt attached to his trim waist, an unstrung bow leaned against the sleekly muscled thigh of his right leg. His piercing eyes roamed the wide stretch of open land […]
Orunmila’s Letter-Episode 8-The Acquaintance 1
It was a bright and sunny Wednesday. The sun shone brightly on Simon and John as they exited the Reverend’s premises. They were headed for the palace to deliver a rather urgent message to their King-Oba Ayobami II and their foreheads shone with beads of sweat due to the sunny weather. “Ah ah ah” John […]
A Day At The Bank – VII
*strides into blog* Hey dearest readers, sorry I didn’t keep to my schedule. Was down with cold. Just recuperating. Here’s the final episode. I hope you like it. *******************************************
My Boss’ Wife: Episode 9
After a meeting with the Heads of Departments of my husband’s company, I followed Busayo to her house before going to pick up Odin from school. I was pressed, so I went to the comfort station to pee when my phone rang. It was a message and Busayo read it before I came out. “Tony-baby, […]
Life At The Georges, Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT Well, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know if I should drop to my knees and start begging or just form Van Damme and try to put everything on her head. Well, the rest of the day was not so good for me because I kept replaying everything that happened. My […]
Naija Heels on Cobbled Streets
“Ben just wanted to hit it and run, didn’t he? Explain what happened to Peju.” Clara said, her coal pencilled eyebrows displayed frown lines. Her lips did not betray her thoughts but Peju already knew what they were. The two ladies had laughed about Sade’s news before she joined them for lunch at Café Brauge. […]