All posts by Raymond

I am a Crazy Mind. I am a Story-teller. I write Horror/Thriller fiction. I am fascinated by the Darkness of the Human Heart, and the Shadows of the Otherness. I am only able to delve this deep into the Darkness because of the Light of God which sustains me. I am a mad man, and I live my madness vicariously through the characters I create. I am going to blow open the Nigerian Literary Landscape, and I will let the world know that yes, we can write things that are not about the Single Story. I love God, my family, Dark tales, Rock Music, Photography and Chocolate. I live close to a Cemetery, but it doesn't look Dark; it is too open. The Necropolis in Glasgow on the other hand, that is the real 'City Of The Dead'. It sits upon a hill, and casts its shroud over the city. Epic. What am I doing here? Meh. Worry much? o_O
BLOOD STRAIN – Excerpt 4

BLOOD STRAIN – Excerpt 4

7   I drove back to Uche’s office without incident. I wasn’t afraid. And I didn’t regret what I had done back there. There are some lines you just don’t cross. Trying to intimidate me had been a very bad move on their part. Muscle doesn’t do anyone much good against someone like me. They … Continue reading BLOOD STRAIN – Excerpt 4

A Christmas Tale (blood And Fire) – Night Reaper

A Christmas Tale (blood And Fire) – Night Reaper

A CHRISTMAS TALE (BLOOD AND FIRE)     I have a story for you, and I promise you, it is true… …. Christmas Eve, 2011. That’s when I find her. It is dark, almost midnight. The Christmas frenzy is at its most feverish pitch. The sound of fire-crackers-knockouts, as they are more popularly called-having heralded … Continue reading A Christmas Tale (blood And Fire) – Night Reaper

BLOOD STRAIN-Excerpt 3

BLOOD STRAIN-Excerpt 3

4   The next day, Uche called me. She sounded a bit subdued. “I just got off the phone with a James Mulligan from the CIA and two military heavy-weights,” she said after we’d gotten the pleasantries out of the way. “Mhmm,” I said. I’d woken up at five. Two hours of training in sitting … Continue reading BLOOD STRAIN-Excerpt 3

BLOOD STRAIN – Excerpt 2

BLOOD STRAIN – Excerpt 2

  2   I stared at the number given at the end of the report. The kind of number I was used to seeing. My mind was reeling from all that it had taken in, and the possibilities that arose. I closed my eyes and went through the whole thing again, from top to bottom. … Continue reading BLOOD STRAIN – Excerpt 2

Tales From The Countryside…1

So I missed my flight. Yes, bite me. E no go reach wetin I bite myself. That occurrence left me in an unprecedented state of depression for 2 whole days. I barely left my bed for those 2 days, getting up only to do the necessary things like shower, relieve myself and eat. I alternated … Continue reading Tales From The Countryside…1

Rising Night-excerpt 5

Rising Night-excerpt 5

69   Two down. Progress. The Senator’s death had been nothing but the start. He hadn’t mattered much, hence the fire. No torture. Well, burning to death was torture enough. But Kabiru, aaaah…..Kabiru’s death had felt good. The look on his face upon seeing who he’d been had been priceless. The face of betrayal. He … Continue reading Rising Night-excerpt 5

Whispers Of The Sandman/rising Night Excerpt 4

Whispers Of The Sandman/rising Night Excerpt 4

44   Mark’s phone rang at 12 o’clock. He picked it. “Hello.” “Good to know you are up and about Detective.” “Hello Stone. Thanks for not visiting me in the Hospital.” Stone chuckled on the other end. “C’mon. Who do you think took you there? Stayed the whole night there till I was sure you … Continue reading Whispers Of The Sandman/rising Night Excerpt 4

Nursery Rhymes, Deadly Rhymes

Ring around the roses, A pocket full of posies, Atiiishu! Atiiishu! We all fall down…   The swing beneath the tree in the front yard swung slowly, back and forth, beneath the full moon. There was a light breeze, and power was out. The shadows ruled the night, and almost everyone was asleep. Almost everyone. … Continue reading Nursery Rhymes, Deadly Rhymes

Whispers Of The Sandman-excerpt 3

Whispers Of The Sandman-excerpt 3

51   Jerry stood at his window, watching Port Harcourt rush home. He’d been doing a lot of thinking, knowingly but reluctantly. He’d reluctantly thought about Sally, and he’d wondered why he’d asked to see her some other time. You know this will probably end like last time. He’d been silent on that question, as … Continue reading Whispers Of The Sandman-excerpt 3