ERRANT COURSE – a juvenile crime series It started to rain. There had been no such warnings- dark clouds, turbulence in the air or whatsoever, but it seemed not unusual for it was the time of the year. The neighbourhood was clear and the wet was all over, covering the buildings and vehicles left out … Continue reading Errant Course (1)
Deep down my heart Stands a dagger, Bright in the dark, Dripping danger…. From the huge glinting dagger, Blood droplets drop apart,
These our hands, five fingers Two palms, twin bringers The creation of God from earth Earth? So they are mere dirt? Earth perish at the hands of earth This I ponder sitting at my hearth
sunset obscured by rain clouds moon and stars conceal’d by same frogs and crickets make a symphony TV and laughter cause a cacophony
I do not aim to write a poem or an article write in any sort of order. My aim is to pour out my heart just so maybe I will get an answer or just maybe Nigerians will arise from our slumber. I walk on the streets of Lagos, from Surulere to Ikoyi, I look … Continue reading Is there any hope?
Her Long looks and sighs Are all I ever give her My heart beats, my breath is caught In praise of her
A while ago I posted a piece here titled ‘the BREAKING’, well, this is a rejoinder to that. Please read and leave your comments afterward. ===== When Brian came back home from school and found Cindy sprawled up in bed, in her room by 1pm, he knew something was wrong. She had tears in her … Continue reading The Morning After The Breaking.
As you know, it’s our aim here on Naija Stories to provide a rich, enjoyable experience where you can communicate easily and effectively with others who share your passion for reading and writing. To this end, we’ve been doing some work over the weekend, and we’ve made the following changes.
There was nothing unusual about that Saturday. The birds sang harmoniously in the branches of the mango trees, the way they always did; junior girls with torn sandals and slippers gathered around the shoemaker who came to campus once a week; girls gossiped while waiting for the hairdressers to make their hair; at the bottom … Continue reading The Day She Touched
The elegantly dressed alhaji was striding down the corridor of the National Assembly Complex when he heard someone shout out his name. “Alhaji Bukar! Long time no see. How now?” He turned round and saw that it was his good friend and party colleague, Chief Okorie, hurrying towards him and beaming with his usual good … Continue reading Political Discussions
It has really been a great year for the Nigerian movie industry. Great year because a couple of really good movies surfaced… somehow. There was Ije and Figurine and Anchor Baby. Of course there was Guilty Pleasures, which by the way I don’t put in the same class with Ije, Figurine and Anchor Baby. I … Continue reading NOLLYWOOD – A good 2010; A better 2011…
Before you start writing your novel, do you outline? How do you work in your characterization, especially for the main characters? This worksheet was developed by Jody Hedlund, an author herself, to help novelists visualize and realize the protagonists, in order to have, not only a well rounded MC but also a consistent one.
CHAPTER 13 “Is that Mr. Eton?” “Who am I speaking with, please? “Lawal, from the Nkpani police department.” “Okay, hold on let me go get him.” There was a crackling sound, and a moment later, Eton’s gruff voice sounded, “Hello, Lawal,” “Ya, good morning sir. Sorry to disturb you this early.” The time was nine … Continue reading THE BATTLE OF TIMKPO (13 & 14)
10 The second market day celebration was already in full swing. The kingly sun blessed everyone with its rays at the village square. In the midst of the festivity, Ishai noticed that Ogha was sleeping with an open mouth. It was obvious that he was extremely hungry. With a smile on her face, she danced … Continue reading The love of the masquerader (10)
Mo’dele came home like the prodigal child Sores from all over the place on her body Scars I didn’t dare to question their source She came home and like the father in the story I opened my doors and my heart to her again Only I am not her father