SOUNDS OF SILENCE NOT RAPE So she turned your request down And your talk was “You shall see” thus a plot was laid, by you and your accomplice to do the devil’s bid, rape the innocent lady who is supposedly arrogant for not replying you when you beckoned on her “heyz, fine girl” She was … Continue reading Sounds Of Silence
every one is happy for me except me my friends are rejoicing while my heart is heavy i have finally cheated my way through the poor education system and you tell me examination is a true test of knowledge everyone is happy for me except me my supervisor rejected my request to write my project … Continue reading Lamentation of first class graduate
Imagine a generation that relegates Education to a hidden location. What will be the situation if not retardation instead of illumination? What will be the situation If not like a child suffering from malnutrition? Only if they have seen procrastination as an abomination. Who birthed Civilization? Answer me. Who nurtured millions of World population and … Continue reading Yes To Education
READ EPISODES 1 – 8 I did not even know we had a visitor until I heard Nnamdi shout, “Uncle Henry!” just before jumping on him. “Eh, see this boy o, Brother Chika. He wants to knock me down,” said Uncle Henry laughing, and setting Nnamdi down. “Don’t mind him, Henry,” said my father who … Continue reading The Day I Will Never Forget, Episode 9 (Final): All is Well that Ends Well
I’m so angry right now that i might forget to proof-read. I used to pride myself in my ability to write long classy essays(the type,people my age find boring). But i’m beginning to doubt myself.So naturally,i’m angry;at myself,the government,schools and everyone with the last name ‘Nigeria’. Before i joined Naija stories,i used to (and i … Continue reading Rants of a Frustrated Girl.
She checked the bedside clock for the umpteenth time. It was only 2 am and yet it seemed like she had been sleeping since forever. She threw off the bed cover and stretched herself. He stirred and she hoped he wouldnt wake up. He had told her never to wake him before 5.30am. Something … Continue reading The day she left. Part 1
The House Wife Happy Married Life (25th November 1997) Wife: Honey I want to work. Husband: Not now dear stay home and relax for a while, or am I not man enough to meet the needs of the home? Wife: Honey I want to further my education. Husband: No dear all those girls in school … Continue reading The House Wife
That was just number 1 though. Other numbers followed. Other letters followed. Nkem was a child that made love easy. Teachers and students alike adored her. Then, the 5s became 6s and her 9s 8s. I couldn’t get my mind around it. She seemed to forget each correction as soon as it was made, as … Continue reading Closed-in Petals 2
Twice it had happened that morning, and Mrs. Phillips was losing her patience. She had called this boy almost five times, before he finally answered. Dotun had only worked for a week, and she was already counting down to the day when she would kick him out of her house. Yes, she had a date … Continue reading 1, 2, 3 Disappear: Part 1
Strolling lazily, singing an old song Along a road I’ve travelled long Top, right, straight down left Wobbling like a victim of theft My face taking a gloom I enter the last room Bursting out ten seconds later Eyes roaming, striking the centre Tall, proud, venom to vultures Higher than these struggling structures Soothing brains … Continue reading Facultrees
On a sunny Sunday, not too long ago, I hosted a friend at my residence. I hadn’t seen him for quite a while and when he arrived, he revealed that his mission was to achieve three things. The first was to return some books he had borrowed from my private library; the second was to … Continue reading Advice to My Lecturer Friend
Just digits, but they bring horror, unimaginable and this poem sprang from there… £14,000. Breathless numbers, Handicapped as they be, They bore down below, Into the deeps of my heart. £14,000. The pounding sound Leaves an itching tinge On the scarred drums Of my ears. £14,000. If I could count The waters in the tears, … Continue reading £14,000.
Its assembly time again and my heart is filled with trepidation my heart thumps against my chest my palms are sweaty so I wipe them across my torn vest. Tears wet my eyes as the national anthem begins