— NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: You know, it is never ever good for a writer to go against what he or she has written. And that is what I am doing right now [refer to FAVOURITE-BOOK DILEMMA (and then some), the very first phrase (clause) of the very first sentence of the very last paragraph]. … Continue reading The love of the masquerader (8)
Sometimes I think he’s in the trees, just hiding, waiting to come out. If there’s anything I want most, it’ s that I wake up the next morning and find it was all just a dream; that none of it ever happened. That Seun never came to my house that evening; that I wasn’ t hungry when I was that Saturday when we met Seun; that we never even met her anywhere and our paths never crossed.
I reached for the heavens, but caught a star instead how glad I was to find that heaven is where this star lays its head I reached for the streets of paradise but landed at your gate and with the way I feel when with you, it seems paradise can wait For With you less … Continue reading Unmet Amour
You strung him up With a bad name And you’ll have him hanged. Beneath choked spurted breaths He whistles his defense But cannot clear himself As accusation squeezes tight on his throat And he’s in the throes of life and death. Is there a chance he will be heard Over the voice of the crowd … Continue reading A bad name
Anderson Paul is again the top member of Naija Stories this month. He is a HeadWordsmith with almost 20,000 points. Points are obtained through publishing stories, leaving comments, participating in group and forum discussions as well as making friends and other activities that keep the site vibrant. Anyone who tops the members board gets to … Continue reading Paul Anderson – Top member
‘Hi. My name is Dapo. Ibidapo William Adesida’ That was my Father. He was perhaps the baddest guy in south western Nigeria at the time. He wore a trench coat, kept a beard and smoked a pipe. Ibidapo William Adesida had swag…even in the 50s. He came to Ibadan from Owo, his home town, in … Continue reading Owambe on a weekday
Early ’93 My name is Tito. I am the smallest girl on the street, too tiny for my age. I am ten. I’m also the worst tomboy—I don’t weave my hair; don’t wear skirts; hate the kitchen and don’t play hand games. I love to play with boys. That was how I met Tiwa and … Continue reading Without Notice
In a few weeks, I will say goodbye to the undergraduate years. Like it happened to me when leaving the primary school and even the secondary school, I have started to have a deep sense of nostalgia. Barely five years ago, we all wore our matriculation gowns and felt really cool about ourselves. We never … Continue reading UNILAG Memoirs: Notes from the Lagoon Front
The journey went on for like forever,then the van came to an halt in the middle of nowhere far from town, ‘Move in,’ one of the hefty guys who seemed to be the leader of the thugs said. Even oga landlord wasn’t looking too comfortable. The house was quite big on the outside, and as … Continue reading Ashes and Scars
If truly it is impossible to please God without faith,
Then God must be pleased with me only in stops and starts, behind those pearly gates.
For my faith is something like the sun;
Sometimes it’s there and sometimes it’s gone.
ted, my teddy talks.
when he does, words
of comfort flow forth,
to sooth my aching heart.
In the past have written about the state of the nation as a whole but now I will be talking about the whole sector separately, the first will be the police force so come with on this journey as we travel into the world of the men in black. To protect and serve with integrity … Continue reading Police versus Twenty Naira
The beauty of the human, is not in his/her facial looks, not in his/her well tailored dress code, not in the numbers of houses he/she owns…