Finally, the Naija Stories Independence Day Contest is concluded. Like already stated, the stories in our shortlist were further reviewed by the Naija Stories editors and graded with regards to Creativity, Use of Language, Relevance to the Independence Day theme and Polish/Grammar. The winners are as follows; First Prize of $150 – Emmanuel Iduma with Electronic … Continue reading And the Winners are…
She could tell as soon as she looked at him; one glance at her and he knew she could tell. Maybe it was because he couldn’t hold her gaze like before. Or maybe it was just that powerful intuition he knew she had; the kind that left no room for doubt. Standing there outside the … Continue reading Sauce For The Goose
‘You killed your own baby, you liar! Even as he said the words to her, he knew that he had made a terrible mistake. The look on her face had him flinching on the inside but he refused to budge. ‘You told me you had a missed abortion, what the hell is that’? ‘You never … Continue reading Kill me with your words
The smell of curry permeated the small room. Electricity was low; the creaky ceiling fan whirring lazily did little to dispel the smell. Its creaking as it struggled to circulate air caused Abidemi more discomfort. She got up from the old metal bed where she was lying, careful not to wake up Olayemi, their two … Continue reading Olayinka’s Defences
“Take off your clothes,” he commanded. Then he walked to the door, locked it and put the key in his pocket. He turned to me again and screamed, “I thought I asked you to take off your clothes!” I shivered terribly. What was I to do? I was only twelve years old. He came closer … Continue reading the BREAKING…
Serenity (Contd) “Mama Segun said I should greet you,” Chike announced as he exited the house to the veranda where his mother sat. Adanma had already called it a night, leaving the two to their mother and son chats. Ezeamaka made a noncommittal sound to this news, barely moving her head from the cradle of … Continue reading Abiku (4.5)
As I continued putting pen on paper bloating my ink, the memories that continues erupting in my head keeps alarming me knowing I want to say everything just as it is, the tears just keeps dropping from my already flooded eyes, eyes that has seen life, life in just so short a years.
But before I start, I have to make some truths known … just as it were …
Hours after hours Days after days I try to forget you I haven’t called I haven’t emailed I haven’t heard your voice in months But somehow you found your way back into my heart And into my dreams I wake up feeling your touch Warm embrace Soft kiss on my lips It seems so real … Continue reading Step by Step
Nigeria by 2050 – Joshua J. Omojuwa Given that this was a competition about writing a story about Nigeria’s independence, I wasn’t surprised to see this entry which cast its eye to the future of Nigeria. I was tickled pink at the idea of Britain and France being debtor nations to Nigeria, and people marrying … Continue reading Reviews for shortlisted stories
ACT I SCENE: ONE IN THE KING’S SITTING ROOM (Enter Eze Obika and Ezenna) The style of the furnishing is quite fashionable type. There are four leather chairs, a round glass table in the middle of the chair with a flower in a pot on the table. The Igwe’s hand fan and walking stick are … Continue reading FATAL FATE (Part 1)
We have come to the last stage of the contest. Voting has been completed and we have selected the top stories from the poll for our final shortlist. These are the 14 entries which received over 1% of the total votes each. These stories will be further reviewed by the Naija Stories Editors and graded with regards … Continue reading End of Polls – Independence Day Contest Shortlist
The uproar that would have followed that discovery was firmly suppressed by the family’s determination to avoid the entire village finding out what was happening. But covering up the disappearance of a child especially one in the public eye like Omoboja was just not possible especially when she had still not been found three days … Continue reading Omoboja (3)
The old man lifted the mahogany pipe from his mouth and sucked in a deep raspy breath; coughing in spurts and choking back muck at the base of his throat. He ran thin bony fingers over his bald head and pulled on his long grey beard. The silence grew deeper, he waited. A shadowy figure crept … Continue reading Ninja
In spite of the widely acclaimed offence of immorality that Toni Kan’s Nights of the Creaking Bed purportedly commits, the book indeed reflects the power of confidence that proper narration could exude when it is told with apt words. With the consciousness of what could have been transpiring when a bed suddenly creaks and squeaks … Continue reading A review of Toni Kan’s Nights of the Creaking Bed
Aham I’m inviting you to my fellowship” she said. “Trust me; it’s going to be worthwhile”. How the hell was I supposed to refuse such an invitation? Dolly was too fine. The girl set die…., In fact she was “Mmuuaa!!!” She was a fellow teacher in some school in Delta state where I did my … Continue reading Okon and His Girlfriend