It gives me great pleasure to specially invite you to the Public Release of my Fiction Novella, DAPPLED THINGS. The event will hold: VENUE – Ember Creek, 32 Awolowo Way, Ikoyi, Lagos. DATE – November Read More
Nov 252013
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Oct 142013
Ade got home still in utter shock. He had just knocked down a woman. He only managed to drive all the way home without crashing as he had been shivering terribly. He rushed to the Read More
Jun 072013
When Juwon was thirteen years old, she and her mother were taking a walk in the Estate. As they made to turn into their street on their way back home, a car came speeding from Read More
May 102013
“The values of the world we inhabit and the people we surround ourselves with have a profound effect on who we are.” They say family dysfunctions are not essentially bad, that they often are Read More
Feb 252013
Dave ran into Nike on her way out of Juwon’s apartment. She looked startled and stuttered as she tried to greet him. He was surprised as well to meet her there, but was more confused Read More
Feb 162013
LOVERS OR FRIENDS 3 Nothing is ever as it seems. Juwon is a classic example. Kunle paced up and down the room, “I’m not sure how much longer I can keep this secret”. He nearly Read More
Feb 112013
Dave’s stare shifted from Nike whose mouth didn’t stop moving, to Kunle who kept stealing glances at him, and then to Juwon who seemed to be the most pleased about Nike’s presence at the dinner Read More
Feb 042013
He was going to propose to her. He had everything planned out. The engagement ring, the restaurant, his line; every aspect was considered and taken care of. He called her to confirm the meeting, she Read More
Dec 202012
a narrative piece describing a unique case of unrequited love. In this case, the narrator acknowledges a desire to love back, but can’t seem to conclude if it’s really love or just empathy. I. Read More
Nov 042012
We were in his car that night and the moment silence erupted between us as the music played softly in the background from the car stereo, I knew it was coming. He held my hand, leaned over and pressed his lips against mine. I expected it, but I was shocked still. I kissed him back…
Sep 282012
The prize-winning 81-year-old Nigerian author and academic, Prof Chinua Achebe has released his long-awaited memoir, ‘There Was a Country’ in the United Kingdom yesterday. After being silent about his Biafran war experience, the much anticipated Read More
Jul 072012
It’s a mystery how I manage to stay up all night and still function efficiently all day. Since my stability is not compromised, and the frequency of the occurrence is regular, ‘Sunshine’ has advised that Read More
Jul 032012
There are Writers and there are Writers. There are those who write with expectations and hope for tremendous progression and recognition, thus their approach to the art is characterised by a peculiar zeal, of Read More
Jun 102012
fading away like the stars of the morning, losing their light in the glorious sun; thus would we pass from this earth and it’s toiling, only remembered by what we have done. They say your Read More
May 162012
I. There was a knock on my door, the kind peculiar to people who knew they had every right to come in. I knew it was Tayo, and it was not because she had called Read More
May 042012
Recently on Facebook I posted the words of Louis Auchincloss: “To most readers the word ‘fiction’ is an utter fraud. They are entirely convinced that each character has an exact counterpart in real life and Read More
Feb 072012
Download the original attachment Five years together and there’s not much to show for it, except her promotion at the hospital, which is basically what she cares about most. I try to be very supportive Read More
Feb 022012
He was sleeping with this lady at the hospital, a nurse. I’m a doctor at the same hospital, so Betty told me everything. Betty is one of the cleaners at the hospital. He came to Read More
Jan 052012
December 25, 1995. I remember. I was six years old and you were ten, and we were happy. We hoped it would last forever. I remember that day, it was a Monday; I refused to Read More
Dec 292011
I sit outside my house, my mind clear and vacant. The sun shines mildly but brightly. I watch the trees sway, dancing to the energetic tunes of the wind. I ask myself, “do the trees Read More