Fear is nothing I was five when my grand-mother taught me about courage. It was quiet in the village. Everyone was asleep. The stars were shining above the hut. After mama told me stories about our forefathers, I fell into a deep seep. A lion entered the hut. He showed me his crows. I could … Continue reading Fear is Nothing
Our Featured Writer for the month of July is TheBeautifulTruth. Her story, Nnamdi, got the highest views in the month of June. To increase the number of views for your own stories, share the links with friends, and on Facebook and Twitter. To read more of the Beautiful Truth’s stories click HERE. Enjoy her interview … Continue reading The Beautiful Truth – November
Now her head was tilted back, her neck exposed, awaiting the kisses that she always said took her to heavenly places – her words, not mine. The man obliged her slowly, as if to heighten her anticipation, touching those bright pink lips to the pulse that throbbed madly at the base of her neck. She … Continue reading Pet Peeves
Who am i? I am the embodiment of strength, Of selfless love and comely patience. I am laughter found and tears lost. I see,i live and i breathe in words. I hear people even when they refuse to speak. I see nature as a vibrant art, In its throbbing heart, I dwell.a pulsing beat. I … Continue reading Who Am I
I jumped when I felt the hand snake around my shoulder from behind. The hell?! The unremorseful culprit grinned at me as I spun around just a little faster than Femi, ‘Layode’s boyfriend, can swallow a whole drumstick at a go. I nearly tilted over to boot. “What’s your problem?” I mouthed off. “You.” He … Continue reading Mad World (…chapter 6, tart series)
(Written in the wake of the Haiti Earthquake) Whimpering from dark and doomed underneath Amidst callously cut debris and human remains we wait After we wailed and lost our voice timbre Nature frowned at us With deep wrinkles on her forehead Wrinkles so deep and heartless Burying a million’s quarter What a multitude to waste … Continue reading Hiatus in Haiti
I was little more than a child when I saw mammy water. Even as young as I was then I was already betrothed. In fact, my wedding was just in a few weeks time. I’d never met my husband. In those days things were done differently. The father of the prospective groom approaches your father, … Continue reading When The Moon Tolls
Amaka Nwafor was by all definition a disappointment to her parents. She refused to study medicine as she was instructed; squandered her allowance and worse of all got pregnant at just 19years of age, by a Yoruba boy no less. Oh yes, Amaka was the blackest of sheep and her parents never let her forget … Continue reading The Northern Prince Part 5
“Events management!” Tina answered excitedly to her mother’s question. Mrs. Adigwe’s mouth hung open, she couldn’t believe her ears. Her daughter is as confused as they come. ‘Tina, what exactly are you about? This is the fourth ‘bright idea’ you’ve had about a possible career. What exactly do you want to do with your life?” … Continue reading Mother, what will I be?
“Amen and Amen” chorused the Maitama family as they gathered to pray for the safety of their beloved James. A family of six with the eldest being Moses who incidentally is the Managing director of MIRAX. After the prayers Mrs Maitama took Moses outside for a walk. “Now that your father is not around you … Continue reading The Greater Pain (2)
The morning seeped in slowly through the curtains of the sky, it was one of those mornings that made liars out of clocks, you could check them for all you cared but the sky made them so. On the road was a mangled rat, certainly crushed by a car and more cars had run over … Continue reading Palm Sunday
“Edet hurry up” came the shout, I poked my head out the window to see who was calling me. “My friend, be fast or else we’ll leave you behind,” the impatient voice continued. “I’m coming” I shouted to Bimbo, fourteen years old and the leader of our small gang. It was nine in the morning … Continue reading The Hunt, The Hunted
Scriptures of street dreams flood the ether Innocent of how the world schemes, the Child entered The reality, a smoke filled weightlessness Flicking the butt, I watched the Man fall with it in helplessness It was never part of the truth, that He would join the linnets Where’s the seller of time? I need more … Continue reading Mourn de’ Man.
He took him to her and he held her hand He could feel the wedding ring in the pocket of his transparent agbada, fought conscience and took her in “Pay her in person,” whispers the pimp, after his own large share. — The night is bright and she strips in its light This stirs him … Continue reading Courtesan Of Nigeria
Walking like I would stumble any minute Yet I find that I could go on till eternity Where is the source? The strength? Who gave the order? Telling me to go this far? Assuring me that I could make it? Was it my heart, my head? Ascending the stairs I could see my chances before … Continue reading Second Chance