The final saga and the much anticipated episode of this story is now being published on Naijastories.com. Enjoy the vicarious pleasure.++++ As we got out of the restaurant, trying hard to put a friendly smile on my face. I was really feeling comfortable. Because I could feel no rumblings again in my stomach. As I … Continue reading The Unrequited Love Part 2
For as many as read the words of this article, we wish peace. By now you want a mellow voice to listen to; a perspective that is akin to yours, but somehow, strangely, at the same time against it – unobtrusively though; and in a non-judgemental way – because at this point you are no … Continue reading “You’ll be fine…”
“All widows are witches” Chiamaka’s hair was longer than this goat hair I have on my head. It was wooly, full and long, a real African hair. The blade I used to demolish the hair off her head was as sharp as my words spoken to her. I had told her I was bringing justice … Continue reading All Widows Are Witches
At 5:30 AM today, in the wee early hours of the morning, I lie supine on my bed, my head propped up by a pillow, gazing at the ceiling, pushing up my lower lip with my index finger by a slight force, as tears dropping down my hilly cheeks in ceaseless flow, just observing my … Continue reading The Unrequited Love Part 1
Sometimes in January of 2014, the Federal Government of Nigeria under the leadership of the then president Dr Ebele Goodluck Jonathan signed the Same-Sex Marriage (Prohibition) Bill 2013 into law. The president went ahead to give assent to the Act that made that bill into law despite protests from some western powers. For those who … Continue reading Same-sex Marriage, Nigeria And Jesus Christ
Come and eat, we often call out to friends whenever its meal time. But I make bold to say that in most cases, that expression is expressed not to honestly summon you, but only to fall in line with that moral etiquette required of us while we eat around these part of the universe, so … Continue reading Food is Ready, Come and Eat….
It was a Monday. And as usual time had dragged. However, the work day finally came to a close. As I packed my books and laptop into my back-pack there was only one dominant thought on my mind – SLEEP! The fatigue of the studious weekend and the long night stayed with me all through … Continue reading The “Monday” Weekend
My name is Jennifer. I was born in the suburb of Lagos state. After several attempts on child bearing, my parents had giving up when I was 5; hence I became a loner; an only child. I have been lonely all my life. While growing up, my dad left by 5am to work every morning … Continue reading Jennifer
We say every prayer/conversation we have with you should begin with thanks, even when we feel there is nothing to be thankful about. So I’m saying thank you God for everything, for my life, especially for my life. Because right now, I’m tired and I need you to give me a reason to continue to … Continue reading The Prayer
“Bimpe, Bimpe… Shade is dead… she is dead” … that was Elorha screaming from the door. “I heard she committed suicide; she jumped off the bridge”. I was shivering, scared, shocked “I killed her; Lord I killed her”. Shade was a colleague. We worked together in a financial institution as customer service representatives. I … Continue reading Marred Soul
Imagine you finally get to the gates of heaven, and in the BOOK OF LIFE, an angel is instructed to see if your name is found there, and then… “Yes! His name is here.” The angel might say, but as you are preparing to dance in, she might quickly observe some things and yell; “Errm … Continue reading Naija Stories
The Purpose of a thing is in the reason for its Creation; the most tragic thing in life is for a man not to discover his purpose, the reason why he was created. When Purpose is unknown, abuse is inevitable. Plutonium as an element has a potential; Good and Bad, it could either be used … Continue reading Created
Dear Friends, let us stop deceiving ourselves. They say we are the future leaders, but we know that they are very insincere when they say it. When we claim it too, we know within us that we are not really sure about that. We say it either to deliberately keep ourselves in perpetual darkness or … Continue reading No Place For Us?
This is not a poem, And yes, it is a poem. This is not a poem, That fits the readers yearn. Yet, it is a poem, Meant for the weary soul, Meant for a panting heart, One like mine, On who words should not please. Inside me is a tortoise, Walking in the dry … Continue reading The Sweating Tortoise
Monday: 18. 06. 2012 Woke up after series of nightmares, cold sweat ran through my skin, thought it was the usual insomnia have been battling with for weeks now but… , but this was quite different your face kept re-occurring in every nightmare like cancer it kept spreading, I dare not close my eyes for … Continue reading Daddy Are You Proud Of Me?