The NWCA is an exciting biannual initiative to inspire and encourage unpublished and self-published Nigerian writers online. It primarily exists to seek, find, promote and award upcoming writers in Nigeria. We recognize works from people of different backgrounds and our objective is not only to showcase such works to the public but to also reward … Continue reading An Award for Writers by Writers! #NWCA
Unchained Voices present “Sage – Half man, Half Amazing!”. Come and experience Sage Hasson like never before in the finest poetry performance you’ve ever seen. Also featuring: – Obii (Naija Poetry Slam Winner, 2012) – Ndukwe – And Ese Peters The event is scheduled for the 26th of May, 2013, 2 p.m. prompt at LitCaf … Continue reading Unchained Voices – Sage Hasson Edition
I fixed my gaze on the old crimson ornament dangling from the ceiling, and my face writhed at each jerking motion. Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen… I counted in mind, too afraid to speak less I angered him. I felt an ache spread out from the base of my back, a confirmation that I was uncomfortable … Continue reading Tears and Blood
To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck that which is planted. We are gathered here today for one purpose, to pay our last respect to our dearly beloved … Continue reading The Preacher’s Son
You know how that one incident can change your life forever? It affects you so much that you never completely recover from it. Even though you desperately try to convince yourself otherwise, subconsciously you are still bound to the memories and it occasionally invades your dreams and becomes the object of your nightmares. I never … Continue reading The First Time I Did It!
I posted this story sometimes back, and someone (@kayceenj) asked an important question “What if it hadn’t been a dream?”. So I decided to give it a different ending. Hope you enjoy it. You can read the original story here. There is this popular belief that if a mad person bites you, you become mad … Continue reading All I Wanted Was A Drink 2 – Sired into Madness
I knew that finding those women who hawked drinks and sausage roll at this time of the night was going to be a difficult task. Most of them closed after the evening rush hour traffic. The weight of my laptop bag firmly strapped to my back slowed me down as I dragged myself through the … Continue reading All I Wanted Was A Drink