We’re earth surface, You know? We’re made of the soil, His breath; Is a spirit in us. Though We understood you’ll coil Like a smoke Into the fire. Your garment is red oil. How could you kill a thing like that? The womb is a padlock. Imagine! He took away four keys, … Continue reading Womb and the Man
Uche sauntered into the square smiling confidently. Spectators cheered. The defending champion danced lightly, stopped and faced Ebube his challenger. They circled and sized each other. Tension built. They locked and with one deft move Ebube sent Uche’s back to the ground. Silence fell.
He gets into the room We stand to leave To him it’s strange To us a relief Who will help solve this mystery That makes him sad And makes us sigh Yet he was one of us Our very own Shame on us for this misery That we plunge our very own All we have … Continue reading The Feet That Smell
CALL FOR ENTRIES ALBERT ADEREMI ADEDOYIN PAINTING CONTEST AZA ARTISTS AND WRITERS MOVEMENT ARE YOU A YOUNG PAINTER (ARTIST) BETWEEN THE AGES OF 6 AND 18? OR A LOVER OF ARTWORKS HERE IS AN OPPORTUNITY FOR YOU TO PARTICIPATE IN THE 2016 EDITION OF ALBERT ADEREMI ADEDOYIN … Continue reading Call For Entries – Albert Aderemi Adedoyin Painting Contest
The world has dealt me a heavy blow The wind has blown off my rooftop The storm has struck my tiny body And now I stagger in pain In my mind’s eyes, I deserve to be loved In the real world, I feel no love No, I have no love And now I … Continue reading Stagger In Pain
Author- Tito Ubabuko. Mike glared at the television not picking any interest in what was on it, he simply reminisced his day at work and the loads of work yet to be done the next day when all of a sudden it seemed to him like he heard a man’s scream; maybe it was his … Continue reading The convicted
Fola episode 13 Oh God no, this is just a dream, a bad dream. My mother can’t be here, in the flesh, in the same room with me. She can’t be standing here, looking at me with that wicked smile of hers, no she can’t. My mother ‘’Tinu’’. Average in height and also slim, dark … Continue reading Fola episode 13
The final saga and the much anticipated episode of this story is now being published on Naijastories.com. Enjoy the vicarious pleasure.++++ As we got out of the restaurant, trying hard to put a friendly smile on my face. I was really feeling comfortable. Because I could feel no rumblings again in my stomach. As I … Continue reading The Unrequited Love Part 2
They’re moments in life When we feel empty and lost Our hearts fail to trust Even our maker who cares for us Our pain and trials seem to mock And our faith in God is lost. We sit alone in the dark Maybe the pain will subside We ask ourselves questions Questions without solutions We … Continue reading A Prayer Away
Nkemjika, Mummy had always called him; a dignifying pride in her voice devoid of anything less. She would sometimes call it like she says a word, taking it syllable by syllable like she wanted every sound to craft its own meaning. It was a thing of pride, the way she called it; What I have … Continue reading Nkemjika ‘What I Have More’
Skirt and trouser muffle, ruffle together, Arrogantly with each, diseminating – Information crumble together to the eye That saw nothing – like nidity is bad – Incorrectly fit into is loose; exposition came. The girl bent, flashing the wast naked Product schorching emotional Truma in vain are the arteries That quarrel – with … Continue reading Skirt and Trouser.
After a while they were done. I was in all sorts of pain, I wasn’t sure if it was one, two or even five of them. All I knew was that my clothes were ripped and my thighs sticky with what I latter found out to be a mix of blood and semen. Nima found … Continue reading My New Husband Part 2
For as many as read the words of this article, we wish peace. By now you want a mellow voice to listen to; a perspective that is akin to yours, but somehow, strangely, at the same time against it – unobtrusively though; and in a non-judgemental way – because at this point you are no … Continue reading “You’ll be fine…”
1 Simi Pedro Today can easily be the worst day of my life. I’m walking along Femi Thompson road off west side marina in Ajah area in a trance. I’m thinking where did I go wrong? What could I have done right? What didn’t I do? but I come up empty. I vaguely notice some … Continue reading Simi’s resolve
“All widows are witches” Chiamaka’s hair was longer than this goat hair I have on my head. It was wooly, full and long, a real African hair. The blade I used to demolish the hair off her head was as sharp as my words spoken to her. I had told her I was bringing justice … Continue reading All Widows Are Witches