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 [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

I had never thought much about online dating until 2 weeks ago here o! When I went to London to see a couple of friends. I had closed from work and decided “ah! Lemme get [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

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, [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

Your body bleeds beauty Dripping grace and splendor Oh! how much i adore your seemliness, Enclosed in your depths… Your elegance shed softly As weary leaves

More details at the WEBSITE HERE The Commonwealth Short Story Competition is an annual scheme to promote new creative writing for radio, funded and administered by the Commonwealth Foundation and the Commonwealth Broadcasting Association. Established [...]

This is a poem that aims at showing that wisdom has a feminine side to it- the reason being that the feminine nature is such that has very subtle ways of getting things, it also shows that for every person who has a negative side; such people also possess a positive side but it takes a lot of wisdom to see that side of them.

This, they say, is a piece of poetry: As a silence that is ordinary And sonorous like trebles in binary

Two can play that game Bimbo drove into the parking lot of the governors’ lodge, her mind on red alert. She had giving much thought to what Sola told her, and tried to equate what [...]

Our eyes meet across the room

Lock and probe,

Probe and take;

You probe,

I give.

I probe,

you give.

Language… silence;

These callused hands, these blistered feet, Have known hardships and sorrow They have worked and walked Through snow and desert storm All to bring you joy

I’M REALLY SORRY I lay my hand on my chest And bow for my wrongs first As our love could have been It’s my fault, you’re green

If the world ends tonight… I’ll hope Hope that I made eternity Made eternity and remembered Remembered the days of life on earth

Lead me to the brook of hidden wisdom Where the wise have strayed far away from. Let me drink of the brook of mysterious wisdom, Where obvious fools have become wise.

To err is human, only to the transgressor To forgive is divine, only for a day Call for justice is injustice to the aggressor So the legal eagle will defend

in this airport, pot bellies rule, and lead the dance of boxed machines. the boxes watch  and join the carnival of lopsided fun. on and on, they dance

A story about inter tribal marriages in Nigeria; the consequences of discriminating on the basis of tribe.

21 Nasiru had been quiet throughout the shooting, up until now, eerily calm inside even as he saw what had appeared before them all. He wasn’t one to give in to fear. He couldn’t explain [...]

Ada looks at the mirror and smiles mischievously. It’s been a while since she last played this bitter-sweet game of love. Five. Maybe eight years. She cannot exactly remember but she knows it is as [...]

I had just returned to Lagos after being away for the past 5 years.  My name is Temi and my parents decided that since I was done with school, I needed to return home.  I [...]