Making her way into the Church premises, Chiamaka could not help reminiscing over what took place the night before. Guilt ridden by the time she woke up, it took all her willpower to get dressed for church. Even as she got dressed the word hypocrite kept ringing in her head. Truth is she actually enjoyed … Continue reading Portrait of a Sunday Service
Mmanu e ji eri okwu, right? “The palm oil with which conversations are eaten”, according to Chinua Achebe, no be so? Hmmm… I felt I had the status of a church rat when I got hold of three books of proverbs, but on having them, I felt richer than the person who made his home … Continue reading Three books of proverbs
INQUISITIVENESS Piercing eyes of a probing mind. Curious sighs an impatient kind. Wanting to know. Finding out. Which way to go? Circling roundabout. Seemingly not prying. Just innocent questions. Certainly not spying. Protecting positions. Racing thoughts need calming at best. Imaginative bouts. Inquisitiveness! ____ ____ ____ IT’S ADDICTIVE I FEAR! This country is funny Why … Continue reading Inquisitiveness/ It’s Addictive I swear!
NaijaStories.com, in partnership with Farafina Books, Cassava Republic and Dada Books, is pleased to announce another online writing contest titled “My Best Nigerian Book”. The purpose in running this particular contest is to encourage and inspire everyone to read more Nigerian books. Our Partners are publishers in the business of making available and promoting books written … Continue reading My Best Nigerian Book Contest
It hurts and covering it up makes me short of breathe
so connected…so fast and its to late too regret and its considered one of those things to hard too forget
but i must
because sunny days won’t appear until i dispose the fear of not having “it”
YOUR name is “it” for now because saying YOUR name brings..PAIN
You’re Gone? I came home to see your note You said you couldn’t bear it anymore, My screams,my misery,my guts, You said you couldn’t bear it anymore You said you were gone. You’re gone? After all these years? Left me alone? Oh dear one,there’s so much to bear You said you were gone. I cried … Continue reading You’re Gone?
Mama was always the most gracious one. She would sit us down at nights, under the beautiful moonlights and tell us ancient stories about our beginnings. The Wars, the Victories, the Heroic expenditures of our ancestors. But Papa, calling him a Man would be the gravest insult anyone could ever throw at humanity. I’ve seen … Continue reading Papa was a wretch!
13 nov 08 @9 am ***************** Its just like yesterday when you walked out the door, i still cry everyday Hoping you would walk through that door again, With that brightly lit smile sharper than the sun glossing thro’ my evening like a dying sun which sweeps over a wettened flower… oh,… i remember the … Continue reading Superwoman
Dear Dee, Why did you make me fall in love with you and then leave me? How was it possible that you could fall so easily out of love with me? I always thought your promise was for life and I did not think that I would someday hear you say it was over. Till … Continue reading Letter to Dee
I loved you even when you were just a distant dream I yearned for you like patched earth yearns for water My fascination for all things pink was proof of this Even as a child I longed for you Each time I picked up a doll Each attempt to braid her hair Each time I … Continue reading Atinuke
We loved the Lagos bustle And fought hard to be part of the hustle Our muscles tore from constant flex Making us strangers to the least rest Stuck in “horror faced” traffic for hours un-end Inhaling auto fumes we thought will never end So, one morning, we planned to elope And thought we should inform … Continue reading Runaway Couple
3 Asshir’s radicalism was relentless. His friend, Austin, has tried, relentlessly also, to hook him to one of the girls who was willing to die for him. But he (Asshir) would have none of that. Kamau (he is a Caribbean-born Nigerian) saw this refusal and used it to satisfy his own suppressed sexual desires. One … Continue reading The love of the masquerader (3)
BURNING ME OUT A coalition of reality to love A friendly mist none could turn Life and relationship comes to revolve Though the writing on walls burn The journey of pain can blind all As the passion of time play tricks Who can justify these balls? Love and reality, hard to curtail We are in … Continue reading Burning Me Out
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