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 enough though, numerous counter-revolutions were attempted. All were nipped in the bud or destroyed at the edge of their victory. … Continue reading Amemnero
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 the house, as he usually was during weekdays. Yusuf, the gateman, was supposed to be outside near the gate, but … Continue reading One Day For The Servant
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 can remember the last time I had emotions flowing like I have right now, I kept using a handkerchief to … Continue reading Charity – incompatible
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 has been broken by violence contrived against us; By violence contrived against our very existence In a solemn voice; in … Continue reading Solemn Voice
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 air. The heat was unbearable. So he had no other option than to drag his mattress onto the veranda and … Continue reading Just A Dream?
The Net was a part of Lagos which had gotten that name after the increasing number of internet cafes in its midst. The cafes outnumbered the houses and the crowd, attracted by the illegal activities, chased away the last residents. The Net was buzzing with people day and night and most of them were under … Continue reading Lagos 3 -The chronicles, Part 2- The clouds seeker
76 He walks on the desert sands, almost running, with nothing but the cold night air, and the heat of his fears for company. He has no idea where or what he is running from. All he knows is that his mind is almost no longer his. He is fighting a battle he knows … Continue reading Rising Night-excerpt 7
Editor’s Note: We often receive queries from writers who live in Nigeria and who feel that their manuscripts are ready for the public saying they need assistance to break into the literary market. Some of these aspiring authors are considering self-publishing while the others want more traditional avenues. Naijastories has gone out to seek providers of … Continue reading Nigeria-based Author Services – Phantom House Books NGR (1)
The dark green lorry is full and begins a creaky and bumpy ride down the dry path. From where I sit, I idly watch the dust covered plants as they run off in the opposite direction; slowly at first before picking up some speed. I am quite conversant with this route and with this journey. … Continue reading A lost cause
‘He told me to come to his room that he had something important to tell me… I don’t even think I knew what the word important meant,’ she laughed dryly, ‘I was groggy from sleep but I went. I was excited to spend time with him. He always travelled. And when he came back he … Continue reading Somewhere along the banks of River Niger (4)
A review of Ishmael Beah’s A Long Way Gone. I had issues reading Ishmael Beah’s ‘novel’, A Long Way Gone. I am not against the fact that it is categorised as a memoir when a bunch of it reads fiction. All memoirs have fancy lies. The lies make it richer. And writers are perfect … Continue reading We are “A Long Way Gone”
Before her third birthday Ronke began to write. She started talking a few months before then and it was only extra amazing that she could wield the pencil at that early age. All she could write was the alphabet. Well, the first sixteen letters of them. No one really wondered why she didn’t pick an … Continue reading Ronke’s Umbrella
You’ve heard this Song of despair For too long. Danced to lethargy To its dark seductive tune, Bound to ineptitude By its harsh rasping lyrics; Your ship wrecks on the rocks Once and again… Take a cue from Ulysses. You’re in a box. Glassed walled, paralysing Stereotypes scribbled: The odds are your foes, It can’t … Continue reading For Too Long
A very determined writer. I must blow.
desperate poets should learn from ME the youngest inspirational poet.
This poem is gonna inspire you as a writer and definitely will help you blow to the top of your career as a writer.
I’m curably sick and put out with the cliché of poor reading culture that is constantly mouthed by everyone who has the slightest opportunity to air some ingenuous basis to a confused audience. I swallow short breathed disgusted air when people start going superficially lyrical about what the causes of subsisting Nigerian reading tradition are … Continue reading Promoting Books the JALAA Way