My beautiful princess, that sheen and caramel-skinned sister whose face is ever stunning and alluring. I began to look for a spot on her face but fortunately I found none. I became afraid afterwards, because I believe only angels and some heavenly creatures are spotless (Yay!! I have seen some in my dreams) . She … Continue reading Princess Agbaje, That Sweet Sister Who Is A Ravishing Paragon Of Beauty: By Agbaje Ayomide.
It’s crazy how you sleep on and wake up to the thoughts of the same person. I felt like picking up my phone to call Jide but I won’t. I know it’s pride but I won’t. I decided to hit the showers, prepare a minor breakfast and get dressed for the hospital but somehow I … Continue reading Memoirs of A Repentant Slut ~ Episode 19
The mention of Amaka made me stood still. Which Amaka? My Amaka or another one? I had to satisfy my curiosity. . . “Please sirs and mas, which Amaka are we talking about here?” I asked inquisitively. “And who are you to question a family matter?” the man who is claiming Amaka’s paternity fired back. … Continue reading MEMOIRS OF A REPENTANT SLUT ~ Episode 18
26th August, 2014. Lagos, Western Nigeria. It was early Tuesday morning in mad-traffic Lagos. Eneh was racing off the Third Mainland Bridge for Obalende in Lagos Island. Sprawled on the bridge ahead of him was a parade of cars caught in the traffic jam. An announcement on Rhythm 96.5 fm had earlier warned about that … Continue reading THE MADMAN’S RECOMPENSE (Part One)
LOVE IN PARTS (A Short Story by Poet Razon-Anny Justin) It was a sultre afternoon. The noise of the hawkers rended the already hot air into bits. They cooed and hissed and whistled; attracting passengers and passersby to their wares. The bus was uncomfortably hot too. It would’ve been better if she was not sandwiched … Continue reading Journey of Hearts
Meuzic is in my mind and Usher Raymond and Celine Dion and Barry White I wanna sing with my own Meuzic For I’m a grown solitaire I’ve grown alone fed alone shed the tears of my eyebrow on the grounds alone It’s time to fly into expansion. If not it What is life? Life is … Continue reading Meuzic Is In My Mind
My name is Niyi. I was born 26 years ago into the family of Aderibigbe, a middle class family living in Oyo town. Welcomed by four older siblings, my parents were happy I had a lot of shoulders to lean on. I was very brilliant and aced all my classes until my fourth year … Continue reading My Life In 300 Words
Writer laid down his pen; Curtain dropped down. He wrote history, Until his ink flowed- Mixed with blood. He toiled for the love Of his Country. Things keep falling Apart, Even in death You live on. The true immortal.
You are the slender sugarcane
Swaying with grace
In the threads of the evening rain.
When and why did you begin writing? My writing voyage began some few years ago, precisely 2003. Having discovered the kind of inward happiness I derive from writing essays and poetry I decided to make myself even happier by writing about virtually every issue that strikes my mind, be it secular, political, religious, fetish, etc. … Continue reading November Featured Writer – Whiz Da Poet
I thought I had lost this file years ago: THE OTHER CHILD, an excerpt from one of my first pieces. Feel free to tear it part with critiques, thanks.
Seven military policemen pulled a man into the police station, the man looked dirty like someone who had not bathed for some days. His beards are unkempt and looked rough. Traces of blood can be seen on his jeans and shirt. At a guess he would be around forty five years old. From his looks … Continue reading Stolen Manuscript (Prologue )
as the sun goes down, i sit with my pen in the gloomy darkness of my den there in the pot is the ink all that’s left is for me to think