I have traversed this rocky road All alone In a low tone Divine romance, my goad Till after twelve solar-turns in the desert All my passions and emotions stand alert Has the chrism oil baptized my man-ness? Has the Stone frozen my emotion? Has the Chasuble chained my passion? Has the Breviary filled my emptiness? … Continue reading My Will And My Call
Damn the scoreboard Damn the results Damn those who knew us But chose to write whatever they wanted In our class, we know who is who. Damn the award Damn its recipient Damn those who knew us But chose to give it to those they were pleased with In our class, we know who is … Continue reading We Know Who Is Who
CHAPTER TWENTY Chike returned to Lagos mid-September. His school had already resumed and he was now in his fourth year. The thought that he would be graduating the following year made him very happy. He made a lot of money while working for his uncle during the long holiday. He would be able to … Continue reading Bukky Alakara 20
“THE NAIJA TEEN” magazine is accepting entries for its first issue! TNT will publish only original, previously unpublished work. Self-publication and work that appears online are considered to have been published. TNT does not consider simultaneous submissions, but we should respond within six weeks (or sooner). Please do not submit more than once per genre per submission … Continue reading The Naija Teen Magazine
Poetry is my sharigan For out of love, I discovered you The beautiful power of art. Not only do I see the beyond My thoughts are heightened. Poetry is my voice I express not in words but thoughts She’s the music to my soul The still voice in my heart. Poetry is my light Illuminate … Continue reading Poetry: The Living Art
There are times when I will write things that would get you angry And you will feel like killing me on sight Please when I do that Just smile and say he is just an ordinary writer. There will also be time when I will write what will excite you And you will feel like … Continue reading He Is Just An Ordinary Writer
when 5am meets you outside, the birds will sing songs foreign to your ears, the cold would be so wicked your fingers grow numb from pain, your skin will reek of sin and cheap life. remember, this is not the life your mother wept to the Gods for. https://diaryofajadedgeniuz.wordpress.com.
If you missed Episode 1, read it here ******** The door opened slowly, revealing a friendly face. As Dr. Richard greeted her with a smile, she immediately remembered that she was in a hospital. “Doctor, why am I still here?” Dr. Richard offered her a few slices of sandwiches and some fruit juice, then he … Continue reading The Hiding Place – Episode 2 of 3
CHAPTER NINETEEN Bukky knocked on the door again. Was he home? Has he gone out? Maybe she should have called before coming. It had been a while since she had seen him. She missed him. She knocked and knocked, hoping that he was around. She heard the jingling of keys. She sighed with relief … Continue reading Bukky Alakara 19
DEATH CRIES!! POWERED BY STORIES DA VIBA in conjunction with Twins’ Writers Association(TWA) & NP Film Production. Genre ; Third world Crime Fiction!!! This story is written, thought-out and proofread by Njoku Nonso Emmanuel also known as Nonsegzy De Magnificenti. DISCLAIMER please note that this is a work out of my love for fiction. Any … Continue reading Death Cries!!! Episode 1
Obed sounded his car’s horn as he approached the big black oil-painted metal designer gate and barbwire high fence. He checked his heavy, high-quality gold Police wristwatch; it was a few minutes past 1 p.m. “Who de there? Take am easy de blow that thing this hot afternoon! Here na big man place,” a thick … Continue reading How To Get A Loan
Where are those people that told us to go to school? Where are the floggers that wiped our bumbums whenever we ran away from school? They said we would be very rich when we finished school We refused to ask them, maybe out to fear of being caned Why they themselves were not very rich … Continue reading Where Are Those People?
The loud cries of Temi; one of my neighbor’s 8 years old son woke me from my deep sleep. “Mummy please! Mummy Please!! The boy cried on and begged his mother who kept on serving him more lashes of her strong koboko. She probably wasn’t listening to the pleas of her son even as it … Continue reading Whips
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Gbemiga returned home for the long holiday. His family were very happy that he would be in his second year by the next session. When he was able to get away from them, he searched for his girlfriend. He was eager to see her. He missed her greatly. He saw her when … Continue reading Bukky Alakara 18