From the deserts to the savanna, The sand dunes to the riverine I see the beauty in our motherland I celebrate our tribes and tongues Igbo and Swahili, Hausa and Fulani One race, One family in a baptism of trials. Wars and conflicts plaguing our landmarks destroying our unity and breaking our oneness … Continue reading I know what Africa Needs
I advanced under the pouring rain, unaware of the water seeping through my clothes, unaware of the thunder claps and flashing lightening, unaware of the wet bodies bumping into me, in a bid to get away from the rain. No, I wasn’t unaware, I was aware, but refused to acknowledge their existence. Yes, that is … Continue reading Rekindle
The cry of a new born baby reminds me of the joy of motherhood and the pride of fatherhood, We all have dreams, dreams of reaching the peak of our mountains like the man who conquered Mount Everest; Dreams of dancing on the moon with the astronauts and counting the stars in its galaxy, But … Continue reading Our Dreams
“I don’t write love stories nor do I read them. This is an exception. Maybe because I know the story and main character very well and was able to toil with his life of the past, present, and a proposed future that I don’t pray for him… I simply call this – A story of … Continue reading The boy who couldn’t LOVE
The Friday breakfast of beans is about the only meal in our school that we almost never eat with orderly dignity. It is also that meal that SS3s, female students and the cool SS2s never come for, and one that prefects couldn’t be bothered to come supervise. There is something about the mealtime that seems … Continue reading EZE GOES TO SCHOOL (Episode 7)
At home, El-hanook avoided Atisha’s gaze, as he gave a full account of his involvement with the Habalani Sect, holding nothing back. She listened to all he said in silence. He couldn’t bring himself to look into her eyes; for they bore in them a motley mix of incredulity, hurt and betrayal! He knew he … Continue reading Matters of Life 3: Unveiled Identities
Anyone looking at the woman in the dock would immediately know that she was oblivious of what was going on around her. She stared blankly at the wall. Her name was Nana Clifford, a Nigerian with American citizenship and she was on trial for manslaughter in the state of California. Only six weeks ago she … Continue reading The Trial – Reminiscence
Conrad saw someone first. A suited up man holding a placard with the name CONRAD IBORI written boldly on it. “They’ve changed the driver again?” he said angrily, as he signaled the man to come forward to take his stuff, but the driver just stood there, and signaled Conrad to come forward as well. It … Continue reading The Kup of Observance
My latest idea was a local campus magazine. A magazine that would feature the hottest student accommodation on campus and be sold at 400 bucks to 4000 students within a month. That was why I had summoned some of my friends to my self-contained room in Nnedioranma hostel, few minutes past 5pm, this Tuesday. Not … Continue reading Matchsticks
Is the Rose naked? why is their beauty obvious? Why compare me with a Rose? Beauty and bold! Tell me, is there a way to survive? Is there a way to be better? Why is the Rose among thorns? thriving not to be concealed! Do Roses has just a dress? It glitters but would it … Continue reading Question for my Rose!
Singing Locks Reminiscent of past glory Music of late granulates meaning Forming the loudness present Contemporary times Rock bottom in taste A world in party Looking not ahead The lullabies rings Trouble overflows So, the wand casts a spell Hoping we all forget The meaning granulated Wrong or right Pick a muse and live on.
Like an offlight to a rhapsody The masses were shedding tears over subsidy Strangulating the necks of the needy A celebration of land mark by the greedy. What a pity A deluge of blood filled the city In the process of driving home the masses hope The ubiquitous death won their promising souls. A pain felt … Continue reading The Unsong Heroes
Through the sun flakes The moonlight shining Even under the rainfall We were always happy It was like a gift A melody playing Tranquil and peaceful We were two sweethearts Until that day came He walked into our lives Brought visions of confusion Ignited the embers of hate Scattered our mind He was my … Continue reading The Black Leg (Poem)
The Winner of the last prompt is @fingerprints with 6 votes. Please contact email@example.com if you prefer N200 airtime. Your 1500 NS Points has already been credited to you. Today’s prompt is At the Last Moment Submit and vote from now until Sunday. Read the Complete Rules First, before submitting. http://www.naijastories.com/2013/02/the-writing-prompt-challenge-series/ Remember to rate other submissions if … Continue reading Writing Prompt April 29 – At the Last Moment
I was torn between picking the call and ignoring it. I looked at the phone for some seconds and like a person entranced, I shifted my gaze to Uncle Emmanuel who was now staring at me with a questioned look. “Who is it?” he asked. Rather than reply him, I showed him my phone revealing … Continue reading Musings Of A Hustler (episode 19)