LISTEN UP DAD AND MUM GIFT: Hey dad SAMUEL: Hey mum GIFT: Before my eyes you stand tall like an iroko tree, SAMUEL: Your smile is like a million stars. GIFT: Do you know how much I pine for that smile, SAMUEL: To see your face break into that smile and have your eyes twinkle … Continue reading Listen Up Dad And Mum
It happened that I came across a big guy wearing a black sweater with a big hood which was almost covering his entire face while I was browsing through lecture rooms in search of a quiet place where I could study, one Monday. He was the only guy in this particular room and it was … Continue reading Can You Take It?
As edited by @chime221 There is a dimly lit narrow bush path that leads to heaven; may it not lead me to hell! There’s only one way in and one way out, Hands clamped, focus set, determined eyes on the journey of a thousand miles to sin, Sin is only a nomenclature! It’s your first … Continue reading The Dark Way To Heaven (chime221 Edit)
My grandpa is 100 years old His favorite hobby is relaxing on the veranda Under the prying eyes of the mid day sun He sits on his favorite cushion His walking stick taking a peaceful break by his side On the right side of the chair sits old Hitler his dog By dog standards, … Continue reading My Grandpa
THE ALLIANCE OF INDEPENDENT ARTSISTS AND WRITERS ASSOCIATION OF NIGERIA Formerly known as Aza Artists and Writers Movement In conjunction with IBADAN ARTS SUMMER SCHOOL Presents One day Summit/Workshop for upcoming and aspiring artists For: Photographers, carvers, bead makers, textile artists etc. Date: 26th of July, 2015 Time: 3:00 PM Venue: Amphitheatre, U.I, Ibadan … Continue reading One day Summit/Workshop for upcoming and aspiring artists
“I’m like the moistened clay merged with grains of dust and sand” It was a Tuesday night and there was a loud bang on my door. Frankly, I thought the Oloshes had finally located my house and had come to rob me of my 1993 television on the shelf and the little change I had … Continue reading Keepers Of Options
The street, a place that is foolishly wise, yet wisdon gained. She never fails to educate; she discriminates not. She welcomes you and gives you a plot. The street a home to many The street a home to any The street is home to the homeless The abandoned, the disowned and the outcast. Giving birth … Continue reading The street
I am near my window with the laptop on my lap and wondering what to write. It is raining outside and it is cool and soothing outside. But my mind is a turmoil….a complete mess..like every writer’s. Wondering from where to begin, I think about the superficiality that has invaded our lives. Of all the … Continue reading What Are We Living For?
Shame-stripped © Folakemi Emem Akpan June 2015 You fell into your present profession by mistake, and in the beginning, your stomach would coil and roil and recoil with shame and disgust and trepidation and fear. But two years doing the same job, earning more than enough to keep body and soul together and a … Continue reading Shame-stripped
Wicked insects! Intruding visitors at night. When we’ve strived so hard in the day, Some with the head; Some with the pen; Most with the body; Just to survive at the partial market. The sun becomes friend with some bodies, Some bodies end up in intimate pain. The rod becomes friend with some heads, Some … Continue reading Wicked insects
I think the worst thing that could happen after losing someone you love, someone you’ve spent virtually your entire life with, is the inability to feel. No grief, no heartache just the inexplicable dread that one day, could be a year, a month or a week, that cold, lifeless hunk of flesh, stuffed into … Continue reading Grief
I have beards.”It comes with age”,so they say but I am only a teenager. This year will make me 16years old but I look like am 23, sometimes I like it but other times I hate it. I like it when ‘big bros’ in my street will bully other boys my age but won’t come … Continue reading Respect The Beard
the darkness feels like home dead both in heart and soul nothing now is nothing the still eyes and the blank mind the spark that was put out long before any struggle the fight that could not even surface as a dream the lifelessness of the gross material dust to dust ash to the sea … Continue reading Veil
Was the Reformation okay for the world, especially the African world?
INSTITUTION OF NIGERIAN WRITERS (The Workshop arm of the Nigerian Society of Authors) In conjunction with the SOCIETY OF YOUNG NIGERIAN WRITERS Presents 2015 FREE CREATIVE WRITING WORKSHOP (SECOND EDITION) Date: 25th of July, 2015 Time: 12:00 PM Venue: Amphitheatre, U.I, Ibadan For who: Upcoming/Aspiring Writers, Freelance Writers, unpublished authors, editor, students, civil servants etc. … Continue reading 2015 Free Creative Writing Workshop (Second Edition)