FART STORY= COMPETITION OF MESS because i fart alot and wanted to go into relationship i stop eating beans and egg because of this lady i like so much, she aggreed to be friends with me so i started giving her everything whithin my capacity anytime she ask hoping that maybe oneday she will agree … Continue reading Naija Flart Story= Competition Of Mess
FART STORY FAMILY DINNER MESS years ago i have to stay with one of my uncle for a period of time because my mom was very sick and has to be taken to the village for proper care.. i was familiar with the uncle behaviour he like to eat egg and beans all the time … Continue reading Fart Story= Family Dinner Prt1
Photo credit: horrorland (silent night) Both girls sat with glum expressions on their faces; the note lay on the table with the TV remote placed on it to keep it from moving. As much as Judy wanted to say, “I told you so”, she could not bring herself to. The victorious feeling she had … Continue reading HAPPY HOLS! (Episode Three)
Photo credit: horror land (silent night) “I said I’m coming, do you want to break down the door?” Judy queried angrily in a loud voice as she made for the front door completely aware it was neither her mother nor her father; it was just 3:15pm. She made a rough guess that it would be … Continue reading HAPPY HOLS! (Episode Two)
There’s this girl that lives down my street; fair, tall, and beautiful with all the right curves. That’s you, Becky. I learned from my best-friend that you moved into the neighborhood with your family some three weeks before I was forced home from school by ASUU. From afar, everything seemed to be okay with you. … Continue reading Case
Photo credit: horrorland (silent night) “Happy hols!” the deep gruff voice of the big-bellied principal echoed from the large speakers as the school children gleefully and clumsily made their way to the school bus with so much speed as though a second wasted would leave them trapped in school for eternity. “One at a time”, … Continue reading HAPPY HOLS! (Episode One)
Aunty Ronke smiled to herself, an explicit urge in her, a certain kind of feeling, dangerous. Not really common but not rare either. A burning thirst yelling to be quenched, she walked slowly towards her room, as she unveiled the laced cotton her beyond, somewhat dangerous, silence filled the room. Timi looked up, to find … Continue reading Little Timi (The Story In My Head)
THE STORY IN MY HEAD (The Man Sitting In Your Front) He’s not a human being – No, he is less of that He might’ve been the one through whose sperm I permeated into my mother’s vagina But would you believe me if I told you that he deflowered his product? And tags it a … Continue reading The Story In My Head (THE MAN SITTING IN YOUR FRONT)
Ikeja had only been this quiet once. The first time was eleven years ago when I cried as my father threw I and my mother out of his house because my little brother had our neighbour’s dentition and facial features. We’d lived at Surulere until she died and I had to learn how to feed … Continue reading Inktober – Day 2: Tranquil
Koko paced the courtyard in half circles, like a lion ready to pounce on its prey. The west wind blew fiercely, carrying traces of salt and ashes. Earlier that morning, Koko and his men had attacked Ojika’s vineyard and set fire to it. His workers were not spared. Everyone and everything was burnt to the … Continue reading Inktober – Day 1: Poisonous
Amaka was the prettiest girl in my class while in primary two. She was loved by everyone including teachers and students alike. Everyone wanted to be her friend and I wasn’t an exception. I used to pray for the day she would borrow sharpener from me so that I could have the opportunity to talk … Continue reading The Poor Hero
For a moment, the class fell silent. Amaka fidgeted on her seat and wondered if she should answer or not. “Sir, she’s here,” someone from the back seat shouted and Amaka turned. It was the same girl who had been on the first day of resumption. She was staring at her with a sneer on … Continue reading Archibald Memorial Secondary School – Part Two
Each time I look into Tunde, my baby’s eyes, it’s always as if I should pluck them out and smash them on the floor – I see Salem through them. Another way Salem appears again is during sexual intercourse, an undying paranoid. Selem is nothing but a living pain: The pain you can see, touch, … Continue reading Mirror Of Sorrow
After everything she had been through in her young life, she couldn’t believe this was where she was to end up, rotting away from a disease contracted from her father. She guessed it was fitting though; her sin had prevented her from living a full life so why prolong the inevitable. She had shut … Continue reading Forever 2
It was September again. It was drizzling again. Students were back again. Teachers were frustrated again. It was resumption day. The time was past two pm, barely seven hours into the start of a new academic year and teachers were already fed up by the presence of their students and their parents. Students could be … Continue reading Archibald Memorial Secondary School