He does not call any longer Her response seems clear to him now. Her heart is committed elsewhere And not swayed by his request. She recalls their first meeting It was planned without her knowing. Read More
He does not call any longer Her response seems clear to him now. Her heart is committed elsewhere And not swayed by his request. She recalls their first meeting It was planned without her knowing. Read More
By the roadside is thy home One stick of cigarette One bottle gulder Standing for men of unzipped trousers, and dirtiness fills thy life You have killed thy womb for money cries of aborted children Read More
The air was very humid and the sky, therapeutically calm. A column of soldier ants went about their business dutifully and quite oblivious of the armadillo that recently moved to the neighborhood. Just out of Read More
The first poem isn’t long enough to stand on its own so, I had to add the second poem. They’re not in any way connected. ODE TO A MUTILATED HEART. A puzzled frown then, a Read More
I often wonder what my life would have been like, if I could peek at another other than this one I have. I wonder whether it’s really possible to create your own destiny as commonly Read More
The walls did this to us. Even as I left it all behind today, I could not bring myself to look beyond the walls and knock on his door to say goodbye. I had to Read More
Editor’s Note: Tejiri Odu is the agent representative of Phantom House Books and in this interview, he answers questions on what prospective clients may want to know before signing up with his agency. 1. What Read More
Jenny looked around the apartment for the last time and gave the Agent a silent nod. No visible rats or cockroaches in sight yet, at least for the past fifteen minutes she’s been touring the Read More
August 27, 2011. 11.40pm Fiery flock of hair Flying high, lose Απϑ fair in the air Face so radiant blankly stare As a tiny beep beeps everlasting in my ear. Another sleepless night it seems Read More
Let’s leave the haters outta this Let’s botch them and swim in the bliss … Let’s throw ‘em into the abyss In the company of bugs and fleas Where else do they belong anyways? They’ll Read More
–August 28, 2011–Gboyega Otolorin–Lagos– As a person, I have always despised faking. Airs, affectations, pretending to what you’re not, trying to impress people. It irritates me. I’m a firm believer in being you. Be yourself. Read More
“We live in a world where people kill each other every day over whose definition of God is correct” -Darn Brown For you to have opened an account with here you should know the Read More
Ours is a protracted year of service… Parcelled and distributed, then abandoned in wretched areas of the earth the devil tempts us; tempts our innateness for survival just to prove our president’s boast Read More
NEWS NLNG Prize Nominee, Uche Umez chats with Naijastories: Date – Friday, sept 2, 2011 Time - 3 – 4pm Nigerian Time (Please we start on the dot) Venue – NaijaStories Chatroom (Click on the green WIBIYA Read More
Agreed, I haven’t read much on Nigerian-women-immigrant-prostitution. A fact, the multitudes of hearsays and valid stories that I have heard, ones which all culminated into the same story of women trafficking, could easily make banality Read More
The revolution was successful, and following the path of all successful revolutions, its leaders were venerated. The nation sat and watched eager to see the new direction this hitherto unknown general would take them. Soon Read More
Ekanem drew the heavy curtains of the ornately furnished living room aside and took one last look through the window. As he had expected, the compound outside was silent. James, the driver was out of Read More
Tears finds its way down my eyes, I wonder how that happens, I close my eyes to lease myself of the pain but it doesn’t seem to help at all. I open my eyes, I Read More
Yes! She tells me No! I tell her. How can we love when we are taught to hate. How can we; when our soul bears the scars of sorrow. How can we; when our spirit Read More
The fluorescent tube flickered intermittently, each time plunging the veranda into pitch black darkness. The night was hot and humid and the air stood still; the cheap fan in the room blew nothing but hot Read More