It used to feel good being the odd guy at school. From the first till his final year, everyone knew Collins was the go-to guy to have a free insight into the latest happenings in the minds of the females on campus. From the way he talked, acted and walked, many suspected he was gay, … Continue reading Hard Guy
“For the sake of next year’s election, we need to do this Mister President” The special adviser to the president. The room went silent, sited on the round table are high-ranking politicians and military personals. I felt like bagging into the room and killing everyone them, port bellied idiots, it would be considered treason, at … Continue reading Dead Lions Don’t Roar.
“Mama, mama………please leave my mother alone.” I screamed with tears rolling down my eyes as I watched my mother being dragged by the mob into the streets. I ran after them and did all I could to stop them but I was pushed and hit several times by the men and women who … Continue reading They Killed Mama…
AWOOF! You listen again to be sure the sound came from your door… ‘kpom! Kpom! Kpom!’ You hear it again. You start to wonder who could be disturbing you this early Christmas morning when everyone in the city of Lagos had gone to church. You leave the kitchen for the door, but not before mentally … Continue reading Awooof!
Beside being the most dedicated staff of a multinational Oil Company in Nigeria, Michael was also the best husband in the whole world as long as Rita was concerned. His combination of affection and dedication to both work and marriage had become such an impeccable feat that she was overwhelmed in Nuptial bliss. Subsequently, Michael was … Continue reading That Line between Love and Lust
I clearly heard the sharp light knocks on the wooden door to our flat. “Who could it be at this time of the night, we were not expecting my uncle who usually comes very late and only returns on Friday night due to his bank work” as I pondered Granny who seemed unworried about someone knocking our … Continue reading Fright
EPISODE 2 “Hmm, let me quickly go and buy indomie bellefull two packs” I quickly thought within myself “oh no, where will I cook it? There is not stove here talkless of pot to use in cooking it” I thought again countering the previous. After thinking, thinking and thinking. I decided to settle for rice. … Continue reading How I Got Sacked (2)
Hi, please before you start reading. I want you to know that the story below is purely fictional and any relation or likeness to any real person, place or event is purely coincidental. Thank you. EPISODE 1 Hello reader, My name is Darlington Osas. Am writing this short story about how I got sacked from … Continue reading How I Got Sacked (1)
The private jet was already at cruising altitude as the hostess wheeled the cart back into the galley. She had just served tea to the only two passengers on the plane, who had thanked her, checked her out surreptitiously and then returned to their conversation. The two gentlemen were dressed formally in business suits … Continue reading “…Or Not to Be (The Wolfman’s Struggle)” by Harrison Ambler (from The Unagi Creative)
In every direction it was the same; sand as far as the eye could see. Kushim had to hand it to them. It was a very imaginative way to send a vampire to an almost certain death. He, a creature of the night, a master of the darkness; left with nowhere to hide, no shade … Continue reading Retribution by Iraku Haso (from The Unagi Creative – http://theunagicreative.blogspot.com.ng/)
I grabbed her top. . . “Wetin do Aunty Amaka?” I was coming back from my friend’s place when I saw an okada jam a bus and Aunty Amaka was the one on the okada. She was bleeding and she looks unconscious to me. “Bleeding? Unconscious? Where? How? What’s going on?” “It was opposite our … Continue reading Memoirs of A Repentant Slut ~ Episode 16
My pace as I left the church was faster than when I came in. I let my mind wander back to the woman I had seen while I drove to church earlier. She sat by the road, her face tilted toward the sky with a little boy who clutched an old, dirty bowl where random … Continue reading All the little things
This kind of gist, dem no dey write am o but I will still try. It was real mehn!!! Hmm, it all started on the 6th of October, 2015, when I entered a bus at Allen, Ikeja by 7:39pm after buying small chops to console my stomach for the long hunger it had endured. I … Continue reading Man Pass Man
“Baby,” she said, caressing my sweaty chest. “Mmmm…” I mumbled, hoping she’d forget whatever she wanted to tell me. This was no time for pillow talk. I’d just spent one hour kissing her, another one hour licking her clean-shaved south-south region plus maybe fifteen minutes doing the main oil exploration. Over two hours of kwokirikwo! … Continue reading Baby I Can Die For You
Though it has been written before, the world in its full attire has been made into a sacrifice. We the children have been given the knife to cut its neck or free it from the ropes that bind it. Some drink all day, hold the light bar for support till their minds cool off from … Continue reading Days Before