The biggest of gifts is the act of dreams They make us swim without a fin; Heating up our frozen blood when our hearts are weak Making us look from chaos to a day of peace. It is the greatest gift or calamity Like a sedative used to shut us from reality If taken too … Continue reading Valuable Liability
The lights became eerie as the sun continued to retreat further down the Kenyan plains. The weak grasses of the savannah soon looked like they had disappeared, except for their itchy feel against David’s feet. A soft wind suddenly began to whisper, as if telling him to turn around and go back. Heavy chants suddenly … Continue reading Stealth and wooden mask
The ear-piercing screech rent the air and, again, I tried to cover my ears but I couldn’t. I still couldn’t move my hand or any other part of my body but I could see, hear and smell with astounding clarity. And I could feel the heat as the soft breeze blew hot air in my … Continue reading The Nightlies 1 – Sandra
She held the mirror away from her so she could see as much of her body as the tiny thing would allow. Her face was flawless and her skin was radiant and she smiled at the image that stared back at her; the picture of an innocent 17 year old. Her mother’s call brought her … Continue reading Awero! – 1
Icatha is a demon who seeks to consume the soul of a boy; but unbeknownst to her, there is a power far greater than her own at work. I see him. A cool breath escapes into the stagnant air as his chest rises and falls. Mosquitoes hover, craving the taste of him, but dare not … Continue reading Icatha The Soul Eater
Books, thick and thin; books, old and new Always keep the boredom at bay Leafy pages crooned as winds blew Whisp’ring in the glade where I lay. The sweet caress of fine words Like puffs of white clouds scutt’ring by Disperses beguiling hordes of melancholia, as dusk draws nigh.
‘Ahmad was a twenty-three year old, average bodied, dark, Nigerian male, taking internship with Professor Salim to complete his training in Literary Arts. His intern project was to create and write a fiction book.
Professor Salim was a Sixty-nine year old Professor in Philosophy, slim, fair skinned, grey-haired, Nigerian male, an academic scholar, and civil veteran. He had studied Philosophy in his undergraduate year and had devoted nearly his entire life to further study of the subject until he retired two years ago. He had been active in the civil affairs all his years before his retirement. As Professor Emeritus, even at retirement, he accepted sessions with interns specially recommended to him by local and international institutions.’
Moderator: This is the transcript of a dialogue between ‘I’ and ‘Riley’. Note that it is not between “Me” and “I”, and the “I” here is not me…as in myself…and neither is it “Me” and as for Riley…wait, who is Riley? I think…Ehm! … Uhm! … in-short just read it already. NB: I also said … Continue reading Dialogue 1: DOG BIZNES
Chapter IV It was in the rhythm of this suspense that Omenka the carver decided to tread where the likes of Akuka had failed. He had seen Mkpurumma once. It was not in his manner to turn around on account of any woman, but that day he mortified himself with not less than seven glances. … Continue reading The Last Carver: Chapter 4, 5
Kola went round the house again checking all the doors and windows, making double sure they were locked and barricaded. The single candle which was three inches in diameter burnt brightly, casting its light into every corner of the one room apartment. It was a special one, given to her by The Shepherd; one that … Continue reading The Prayer Warrior
The lovemaking was passionate. They were very attentive to each other and she carried the spirit along unlike any other prostitute he had ever been with. He caressed the undulating curves of her supple body and invaded the warm sweetness of her mouth with his hungry tongue. The tempo increased not as a mechanical necessity, … Continue reading Hunger
Verbal missiles Running Wild Unguarded, Uncontrolled, Rending Hearts Apart.
CHAPTER 5 The beginning of the next day was uneventful in Nko. As early as eight ‘O’ clock, the sun shone brightly as though it had been tickled by God. The people had just started going to their farms. In less than an hour after eight, Nko was almost deserted. The kids had gone to … Continue reading Battle of Timkpo (5)