Now I don’t know what my funeral will be like
But I do know what my life is like
Everyone is a critic; who gave them the right?
To think they can censor and correct what I write?
I’ve been through a lot; you can call that a rite,
I’ve seen a lot of days; you can call this my night
I know you seen yours too; but I’m the one with the mic,
CHAPTER 2 It was amazing how news spread in Nko, considering the fact that there was no form of news media. Just a few minutes after the encounter between Eko and Agaba in Adola’s house, virtually everyone in Nko had heard the news. It was two days after the incide As soon as he came … Continue reading The Battle Of Timkpo (chapters 2 & 3)
Some times as a writer
Is difficult for me as a person
To live up to what I write
When I consider the problems
Here and there facing me as person
When life is seems is full of disappointment
Your shelter dreams make you question why?
I still remember the first time I met Kacha in secondary school. I was minding my own business, packing away my books at the end of one of my first days in school when this scrawny boy with protruberant eyes and a manic grin approached me. “Hello! What’s your name?” “Chukwudi”, I replied cautiously. “What’s … Continue reading My Friend, The ‘Madman’ (1 of 2)
‘Tu a ra ya aka…’ My mum’s sonorous voice finds me in the land of dreams. It nudges me to wake. I want to wake. I want to see her face. I want to see her eyes light up. Her furrowed brow when she is serious. Her smooth skin as light bounces off it like … Continue reading Land of dreams
June 30 Today was a bad day,a day I won’t easily forget.You know how it is to wake up with a numb feeling and behind ur ears are feverish n you feel so stupid n sick n slow,ahaa,tatz how I felt today and I knew sth bad was comin up but I didn’t know how … Continue reading My Diary (3)
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 tried to conjure up Jide’s face but it was Banji’s visage that kept popping up. Banji the office jester, Banji who had been her … Continue reading First Kiss
Many times, she wishes Papa had left when her people were forced out of this country. She hears of her native land’s progressive strides, how even Nigerians are now trooping to tap into the good of 21st century Ghana, and the fast pace of economic and educational development back home. She has learnt to see in the dark and think through the noxious fumes.
Some have said that there is no God
That the whole world
Is an evolution of accidental science
Yet no inventions of our intense learning
Answers to the harrowing bottomless-ness
Of the human soul.
The following are the superstitious beliefs I came across in the popular autobiographical piece by Richard Wright: Black Boy. The claims are just a little bit different from those we used to lay claim to in my childhood in a south western town of Osogbo, the now capital city of Osun State. The amazing thing … Continue reading Between Me and Richard : Their Superstitions ; Our Beliefs
Just trying to see what I can do to the story to better it: _______________________________________ After his first love Quizzical, he had met so many other beauties but none of them could offer what he was really looking for, either they want his talent, his money or just want to learn, gain something from him. … Continue reading Not Just A Writer (3)
Our Featured Writer for the month of November is TheBeautifulTruth. Her story, Nnamdi, got the highest views in the month of October. TBT has also previously won Best of the Month in July with her story I Remember. To increase the number of views for your own stories, share the links with friends, and on … Continue reading The Beautiful Truth – November