Let me tell you what I mean When I say speak less about some things you see. Watch your words They rule like gods. I am an artist My mind is the canvass My thought is the brush but My word is the paint Words! they can break still they can make. You say … Continue reading What it means to me
He came,he saw but didnt conquer. A few months to go Only to be shattered… Scattered everywhere Social media,health centre and death’s lair. And that sacred spot, where the ritual occurred That seeped,sipped and lipped His singing DNA, wrapped in blood Like sacrifice to Ani, Can never be seen same again. Inexistence subsumed existence and … Continue reading Damino Damoche
The Winner of the last prompt is @dkny111 with 9 votes. Please contact admin@naijastories.com if you prefer N200 airtime. Your 1500 NS Points has already been credited to you. Today’s prompt is below. Think about it, is it a name, a god, what? Submit from now until next Friday. Read the Complete Rules First, before submitting. http://www.naijastories.com/2013/02/the-writing-prompt-challenge-series/ … Continue reading Writing Prompt Mar 1 : Amadioha – Submit and Rate Your Favorites
Sitting on the laps of history, a story is told of the late 1960’s in American and European Universities where students and some lecturers initiated unorthodox modes of dressing as a form of political protest, for example against the United States involvement in Vietnam. By the end of colonialism and apartheid, rebellious modes of dressing … Continue reading Should a Dress Code be Implemented on Nigerian Campuses?
Dearest aminaata, I still remember how I met you, how we had come to live together that people had never for once defer from startling, how a pair could be so close without even a string of unhappiness or a sense of emptiness between us. The day I met you, I still remember, it was … Continue reading Epistle Of Love 1
I am strongly of the opinion that; Knowledge / Experience hoarded is equivalent to not having that Knowledge / Experience in the first place. So I wrote this piece with the hope that someone out there will read it, identify with where I was and smile; knowing that tomorrow will be much better if you … Continue reading I Used to be Sad
Onyinye looks up as Peter makes an entrance into her bedroom. Dressed in an over-sized National Youth Service Corp khaki uniform, the matching beret turned backwards, he’s crooning P-Square’s latest song in a shrill falsetto. “Omalicha…what a beautiful Onyinye.” A weak smile temporarily brightens Onyinye’s downcast face. She had been afraid that despite the pleading … Continue reading National Disservice
TIME IN A BOTTLE – ILERIOLUWA (SENGA) I did time once Yeah, I did time in a bottle Locked up in the green ones And the keys thrown down the bottom Flaming stream coursing through my body Liquid fire left my eye balls cranky and swollen Yeah I did time in a bottle Held captive … Continue reading Time In A Bottle – Ilerioluwa (senga)
It was 1:31 am and it was raining. Rain always fell on the day of her fresh new start. Anything that happened from then on was obviously meant to be. Life had been quite unfair to her recently, she mused as she eyed the tall, gorgeous man in the gray suede jacket from her corner … Continue reading Black Widow
“What are you doing up there?” He looked at his young friend from their normal spot, wondering why he had decided to sit atop the roof of the community centre. It had never been their spot. “What I do up here is my business. I am tired of sitting on that vault watching that old … Continue reading Three Ghosts in Search of Fun