I LOVE MY COUNTRY I love my country I no go lie Na inside am I go live and die Even in the coming century. I love my country Despite N100 for a pie Even when in hunger I lie Someday I know sey I go win lottery. I love my country … Continue reading I Love My Country I Will Not Lie
CHAPTER FOUR And so it was, there was absolutely no way I could get away from this, except of course Ben Carson knocks on the door to comment on his last surgery but let’s face it, as this point, that is tantamount to impossible. “Why am I even asking what this is? It’s not use … Continue reading Life At The Georges’ Chapter 4
Chinedu stood motionless, his head swelling and his hands shaking. In front of him was the man made legend, Michael Nwosu, aka Michael Scofield of Africa. The man whose face and name goes before him, his reputation, everything he was and is flew in front of Chinedu’s mind’s eye in a few seconds. Chinedu was … Continue reading Crimson chapter 2
This is a poem, Truncated before its very first word And looking for a reason, in a muddled world, to be: This is a poem for the lost and losers I have gnashed my teeth too at life Lured, sought and raved for her grace I have laid down too under the trampling of … Continue reading This is a poem -
LAMENTATIONS OF AN UGLY GIRL (X) “Your friend ehn” Viv started before Bola interjected. “Dami and Liz fought” “Na today, he’ll come back joor, that’s why you want to kill yourself,” I hissed. “Your friend lied that she told Dami about Debo while he didn’t even know some people told him and over blew the … Continue reading Lamentations Of An Ugly Girl Episode 10
Dear Naija readers, the story’s title has changed from Married for five years, unemployed for three to Me and Miss P . Thanks . Chapter 3: Miss P’s apartment was something out of a modern-day reality TV show, you know the ones, where large lumbering rappers or stoned-out-of their minds rock stars thrust out their … Continue reading Me and Miss P: Chapter 3
When I got home, I did’nt see Mama, Najma or Baba, so I headed straight to my room, it was very much the same as I had left it, only that the furnitures were covered with clothes, Ladi got to cleaning right away, that’s the thing about Ladi she always knows what to do, and … Continue reading Flames of Vengeance: 5
She looked around the class and noticed that most of her class mates were trying not to be caught staring at them “You are joking about what you said right?” Mark pretended to think about what she said, “oh boy this isn’t going as planned” he thought ruefully, yesterday, he had sat on his bed … Continue reading Misconception 2
The elders were heading to Ayetoro Grammar School which was located far away from Alao’s shrine. Assh!!!! Iya ologi uttered weakly,the weather was cold and drizzles of rain beat them intermittently.’ E pele iya wa,we’re almost there’ Akanni said tenderly. He was a huge man,with a protruding stomach and profound whisker like tribal marks. But … Continue reading Orunmila’s Letter-Episode 3 ‘Metamorphosis’
A lot of tings happened after Kemi came to the house. Marvin was a happy man again and he was genuinely feeling a sort of fulfillment. He started to see things in a new light. The head teacher of the school his boys attended called him to remind him of their meeting. Tuesday saw Marvin … Continue reading Beuatiful Colors of Sin: 22
Tell her something that she will soon not remember. Words that will blow over her gently She would sway and then stagger ever so slightly To pleasant vocabulary which truly has no meaning. Though they be the most tired of repetitions -evidence of your disinterest to spare her a creative thought- This observation will concern her not As it is of less priority than … Continue reading Tell Her Something Sweet
(dedicated to Shade Mary-Ann Olaoye) ………….. Men are made of more But still made of muds Many are made by words You are a maid of words To serenade with chords And sing a beautiful chorus And you, being an angel, makes it glorious And rhymes are born As your words do burn As chaff … Continue reading Maid of Words
“A fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree”. In our fruital world, this word is quite insulting. Because a lot of us don’t like the sound of the word TREE. It makes us look like equals with those lower-fruits. Lower-fruits here mean almonds. We carsts believe almonds are lower-class fruits so we don’t relate with … Continue reading My Carrot Story 2
Maneuvering the steering wheel And moving his head and mind’s will To the sound of Davido’s song, skelewu Jerry halted to pick up a passenger so true Some school kids walking on the road Were hyped up by the blazing pop code And started whining front and back, like a this, like a that Before … Continue reading Y Junction
Into these eyes Many have fallen Whenever the face rises Like the sun in the morning Never to play, no, never to slay But to accentuate what the lips say. On these lips Many stares have lingered Many have stolen more than a glimpse At it their hooded eyes stared Never to drop, no, never … Continue reading Into These Eyes