Click For Orphan Ch 1 Sleep did not return to Asa that night. He could feel Zainab’s fingers in his hair, her breath on his neck as he drew comfort from her warmth. Around them the beds remained empty, none wanting to be closer than they had to. Two neat rows of wooden frames … Continue reading Orphan Ch 2
They scowled at her. It was then she recognized their faces. Both were local hunters- probably on morning patrol following rumours of a possible ‘Boko Haram’ attack on the village. In her state, Amina was too terrified to greet. Neither party exchanged pleasantries. From their expressions however, it was clear they disapproved of her presence … Continue reading Her Name is Amina (Part 2)
Her name is Amina. She sat for a long while staring at the big round clock which hung off-centre above the thatched opening to the zaure, or entrance-hut. The clock was really old. Its cracked, cloudy face spoke volumes of its age, wear and character. Tacitly though, these defects staked a claim to some form … Continue reading Her Name is Amina ( Part 1)
FORSAKEN After going through your profile and reading the history without pages, how you were giving birth to, how the white men invaded into your privacy in the nineties, I came to the conclusion that you have been braver than any other mother I have ever known in life. The mistake is not from you … Continue reading Forsaken.
A little bit over 110km/h wasn’t a normal speed on a single lane road at an odd hour of the day but that wasn’t the problem, the tension in the vehicle was. It was high, skyrocketing, I must say. I could remember the feeling I had, a bizarre; it was that of a vehicle drifting … Continue reading Speed
Just as our assembly was disarranged as everyone had to go back to completing their early morning chores which also included those that had to go back to their warm beds we began hearing a loud wail from the single bathroom that we all shared. “Help! Help o, Pepper, Pepper, Pepper o, Somebody Help o” … Continue reading The Wotar Thief 2
The world is a shadenfreude! I can vividly remember when I was fighting my way out of my mother’s womb. Nobody was there to help, save for few spectators or… well-wishers outside the womb shouting a word of encouragement: push! That was all they could do but at least it raised my morale. They gave … Continue reading The World is a Schadenfreude!
FIRE OF ZANGA Flashes! Rushes! Urges! Patches of love! I don’t understand who I am! Am I your last breathing? Or the beginning and the end of your life? Am I the last of the strongest? Am I the orbiting earth? Do you understand me better than myself? Have you seen the comb of fire … Continue reading Fire Of Zanga
PROLOGUE Gods fought as they are prone to do. Their clashes, thunder within the skies. Their brilliance, lightning striking the earth. Tears from the heavens fell as rain hitting a lonely thatched roof; probing for weakness. Each drip found its new home in wisps of curly white hair. His eyes flickered open, lids weighed down … Continue reading ORPHAN Prologue
Darkness almost swallowed an entire city but for the timely intervention of the moon. The moon aided by her eagle eye, saw from above the imminent annihilation of the city and affectionately sent her glowing hands to push away the aggressor. A half thanks to the moon; the city was partially liberated – of course, … Continue reading The Wall Clock
Read up E01 here Read up E02 here The memories of last night were still hazy. Ms. Jane still couldn’t think clearly. In fragments, images of Bane ramming her flickered through her mind. For each image she saw her heart skipped a beat: the guilt of having Hugo besides her caused that. “Are you alright?” … Continue reading Spoils of War (18+) – E03 (The End)
A gasp escaped her lips when he gently bit into her caramel slender neck. Eyes still closed her heart fluttered as he murmured in her ear. ‘Bimpe…’
EPISODE 1 It was a beautiful morning in the Coker mansion as Khaleed and Aisha Coker, the soon to be President and First Lady of the Federal Republic of Nigeria dressed in their best attire and exquisitely beautiful and borderline expensive garments for their inauguration ceremony which will be watched by Millions of People all … Continue reading The First Family
This is a different story from those that starts with a normal once upon a time. Well you could add the once upon a time….. “WHAT!” I heard my sister Nneoma scream from the backyard. I was confuse as to what must have caused the scream, I quickly scrambled up from the form which served … Continue reading The Wotar Thief
“I really can use a big, delicious glass of wine”, Ekene proclaimed. “Red.” “And a long dreamless sleep, probably one I’d never wake up from”, he added. It was the third time he was talking to himself that evening. He was finally alone. The stream of friends and family with well-rehearsed sad faces had seemed … Continue reading The Departed