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The Gods are not to Blame...: The Gods are not to Blame
Ola Rotimi
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My Best Nigerian book is Ola Rotimi's The Gods are not to Blame . It's a classic that most literature student can not escape. The play strongly drives African belief in destiny an...1 view(s)
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A kid's prayer: As i face another day,
Watch over me Lord when i play,
Help me not to cry when i fall.
Instill in me your sweetest love.
Fill my heart with your truth.
As i'll soon ...145 comment(s)
OH! PASTOR: ... Oh! Pastor ... REPENT!!! before its too late!
This poetry shows the deteriorating state of our religious leaders ... so help us GOD!...102 comment(s)
FIRST KISS: THE LOOK
The first time he kissed her it was from across the office.
She rubbed her engagement ring hard and was rewarded with a sparkle. Looking at it intensely she t...88 comment(s)
Love, in a mortar...: I don’t believe in marriage. Not really. I like my space, so having one special person for the rest of my life is scary and too close for comfort.
My sister, Hadiza, got marri...81 comment(s)
Captain von 'Clap' Trapp: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of some ages, good day.
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Cynosure, Hypocrisy, Rapacity, Inferiority, Scintilla of Scrupulosity
‘CYNOSURE lies in the depth of one’s mind and THE HYPOCRISY in one’s words. THE RAPACITY created from the thoughts and actions of a person makes him demure, innocent, and blameless. BUT IN INFERIORITY, one’s feelings and [...]
Just before the bullet found its mark, Remi had a flashback of the flash bang and Lade squeezing her eyes shut before squeezing the trigger. She hadn’t thought Lade would have the guts to shoot when Lade returned. Where had she found the [...]
It was two months into second semester in The University of Benin(Uniben). The new course time tables had already been mastered and the new courses themselves de-mystified. Lectures were at a dull stage and classes had become soporific. The initial fear of failure had [...]
“Zube, come on, it’s break time.” “I don’t want to go.” Twelve years old Zube shrank in his seat and looked up through the corner of his eyes at the person standing above him and gesturing. Ike was turned sideways, one leg already turned to the direction of the door. [...]
The blazing mid-day sun had morphed into the orange orb that heralded the evening and still the figure under the dwarf palm tree sat. Neither the billows of dust that swirled in the air, tossed up by the strong breeze that usually blew as [...]
Dear editor, kindly correct that article with the false headline, ‘Mad Man Rapes Senator’s Wife in Public’. I have interviewed the suspect and here is the truth:
Until a week ago, Ikenna thought his lot in life was a rarity. As far as he [...]
Stepping outside the café, Grey glanced at his timepiece again. He grew irrationally aware of the passing away of time. He walked towards the Benz, De Menace was approaching him. As they met, they shook hands and gently jammed shoulders. Grey felt something from [...]
It started to rain. There had been no such warnings- dark clouds, turbulence in the air or whatsoever, but it seemed not unusual for it was the time of the year. The neighbourhood was clear and the [...]
Writing is about the only venture that gives me joy. Except sex, that is. Not only do I savour the excitement of creating and killing characters at will, I delight in the respect, class and awesome grace it bestows on me.
The honks from the taxi rose in a crescendo, causing a welter of pedestrians to move out of the way. Yes, they rose. And his heart was palpitating for his sister. His anxious eyes ran from her toes, the whole gamut of her twenty-three-year-old [...]
Suddenly a black goat darted into the road. Whether it was too bamboozled by what seemed to it an approaching behemoth or that it was playing out a black script given it by some malevolent spirit, no one would ever know. It just stood [...]
Soon, the driver jumped onto his partitioned seat. I noticed he was not the pot-bellied man. He was a tall muscular giant with very large arms. He turned the ignition on. The engines gave a loud roar like that of a wounded lion. He [...]
Onitsha town flew past. It was noisy with the yawns of multi-directional motions. From where I was crammed at the back of a heady minibus, I continued to watch as its spinning form sped by along the expressway. After a while, it slowed down [...]
