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BURN THE MALLAM: Time flew swiftly whenever Mallam Kabiru was in class. The man was born to teach Maths. He simplified complex concepts with admirable ease and competence. For almost two hours, we sat in our straight-backed, uncomfortable cha...9 view(s)
The very singular type of...:
“Thank you Alfred.”
I say and nudge the car door shut with a loud thud. I use my elbow; my right hand has got a heavy bag of groceries and my clutch bag, my left holds an even heavier bag of shoes. I love ne...6 view(s)
Who Killed Mrs Johnson? -...: Detective sergeant Bassey Akpan, a short and stout man of fifty-two years, had worked in the Nigerian police force for close to twenty-seven years and had seen it all. He sat in his office reading an old newspaper to keep him...6 view(s)
Engaged But Available:
Picking up my carry-on bag, I marched towards the baggage claim to get my suitcases, sweating profusely; I toyed with the idea of sitting down for a quick minute to regain my strength before proceeding to the baggage cla...5 view(s)
THE END OF LOVE 1: BREAK ...:
My ex was my first real boyfriend. I met him when I was twenty-one and in my third level in university. I was doing my internship with a bottling company and he was an Engineer who had just joined them after his national ...5 view(s)
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A kid's prayer: As i face another day,
Watch over me Lord when i play,
Help me not to cry when i fall.
Instill in me your sweetest love.
Fill my heart with your truth.
As i'll soon ...147 comment(s)
OH! PASTOR: ... Oh! Pastor ... REPENT!!! before its too late!
This poetry shows the deteriorating state of our religious leaders ... so help us GOD!...102 comment(s)
FIRST KISS: THE LOOK
The first time he kissed her it was from across the office.
She rubbed her engagement ring hard and was rewarded with a sparkle. Looking at it intensely she t...90 comment(s)
Love, in a mortar...: I don’t believe in marriage. Not really. I like my space, so having one special person for the rest of my life is scary and too close for comfort.
My sister, Hadiza, got marri...81 comment(s)
Captain von 'Clap' Trapp: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of some ages, good day.
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Stella stared, frowning, at the shadow moving towards her. She wondered who was approaching and thought briefly of ducking out of sight. She didn’t want company. That was why she had chosen this secluded area. Out of sight of her raucous classmates, though sadly [...]
She comes slowly from the bowels of the building, like one emerging from a trance. Her limbs are laden, so she stops, leaving her sister to walk on alone. She takes in a lungful of air, marveling at its wondrous smell – the smell [...]
My heart starts to race as I spot him across the room. Our eyes lock for a second and I wonder if he feels it too – that jolt of pure electricity. He looks away, his gaze drawn to the woman petulantly tugging at [...]
Even though the office almost capsized from people running helter-skelter to get things done when the news came that the CEO was coming from the headquarters, Anna remained quite calm.
She was simply glad she had a perfect office record and that she had [...]
“Nengi? Nengi? Did you hear me?” A hand roughly jerked her awake, pulling her slowly from the dark corners of her dream. She jumped, startled, her hands reaching out to the nearest thing to keep her from falling. The ground was slippery…so [...]
The last time I saw my mother was when I was in Junior Secondary School at fourteen years old. So I have not seen her for the better part of my life. Yet the events of that day were so clear in my mind [...]
….Nai could feel her heart in her mouth. it was pounding. heart beats skipping. her hormones in total control. she inched closer to cover the space between them…she just couldnt bear it any longer. she took in all of him…he pushed her lips to [...]
We were in the hotel room, Emenike’s gift to me. Our wedding reception had ended barely an hour earlier, and most of our invitees, those who had come all the way from Agbawka and Umunachi, were putting up in our house at the college [...]
Here at Naija Stories, we hope your year has been going well so far and you have been writing more. This is just the perfect time to launch a new book, rewrite your manuscript or write a new story.
“Koko, are you listening to me?” asked Atim as she realized that her cousin had not responded to anything she had said to her in the last few minutes. Looking up she noticed the faraway look in Koko’s eyes and panicked “Koko, is it [...]
This is to announce a series of FREE poetry workshops across the country to be facilitated by the Poetry Editor of www.sentinelnigeria.org, Unoma Azuah professor of Creative Writing at Lane College, on the “Technique and Critical [...]
The tragic comedies of living in Sports Hall still haunt me. The Male Sports Hall was, as the name conjured, originally home to the Defense Academy’s sportsmen allegedly lodged at the very gates of the Sports complex. It had however degenerated into a den [...]
Praise and worship over, the whole congregation rose as the man of God strode in. He looked neither to the right nor left as he made straight for the pulpit. Women curtsied and men bowed in his wake. He didn’t acknowledge the greetings but [...]
