It was about 11.00 am on a Friday morning, we were five in the car and travelling to ‘ISEYIN’, the town used for the National Youth Service Corp (NYSC) camp in Oyo State, Nigeria. It was a family occasion and also an opportunity to tour and experience the countryside. The single carriage road that connected … Continue reading My Travel to the Countryside for a Family Event!
I was shocked when I heard Ayo had disappeared with the sum forty-million naira. It was a Tuesday morning, and I had started attending to customers who were in hurry to withdraw money before heading for their places of work. Ayo had always hated the banking sector, no doubt, but I never expected him to … Continue reading Pretty And Ugly
Submissions open July 1 – July 31 2011. Send entries to [email protected] If the story you’re submitting is yours, email should have the subject line SUBMISSION/ STORY TITLE with the story pasted inside, no attachments. At the beginning of the email, please include your full name, brief biography (50 words), contact information, and word count. … Continue reading Submissions now open for the Naijastories Anthology
Silence; the shroud of peace and comfort Solitude; the blanket that shrouds all in protective embrace The oppressive quietude that hangs overhead Leaves everything cowering in daunting solemnity As the wind whistles by, kissing and caressing the leaves and the shrubs Listen, Hear the ants and other insects going about in the deep wood forest … Continue reading Solitude
Its over she said, Like a heavy hammer blow in My brain, I had a terrible heartache. It took me minutes to ASSIMILATE But then,I knew she did mean What she said. Falling to my knees,fone to my Ears, I wept aloud like a newly born With every word synonymous To please, Out of my … Continue reading The Break-up
Oh what an open world Mothers caressing their children Fathers fleeing Leaving moms and kids to fend for themselves Complicating lives; leaving homes abandoned and desolate Oh what an open world Government developing into bottlenecks The populace crying to no avail Oh what an open world This world; an open world Men and … Continue reading A Myriad
..the poems here are some of the poems i have in my latest project. I. THE SICKLE He soars high above the towering hill His claws are stretched aiming for the kill He is the reaper; his sickle shall find you by and by You are the prey; yours is the piercing cry. II. DEVIL’S … Continue reading The Devil’s Pawn - Selected Poems 4
The Farafina Trust creative writing workshop ends this Saturday, 2nd of July, 2011 with a literary evening at the Grand Ballroom of the Eko Hotel & Suites, Victoria Island, Lagos where certificates will be presented to all the participants. Asides this presentation, there will be readings by several African authors; Chimamanda Adichie, Eghosa Imasuen, Binyavanga … Continue reading Farafina Trust Literary Evening!
Book: Unbridled Author: Jude Dibia Year of Publication: 2007 Source: Amazon When I chatted with Jude Dibia here, I had not read any of his books. I had read a couple of interviews about him and was intrigued about the themes he chose to explore in his books. His first book Walking with Shadows … Continue reading Voice of the Suppressed in Jude Dibia’s UNBRIDLED
Book: On Black Sisters’ Street Author: Chika Unigwe Publisher: Vintage Year of Publication: 2010 Source: Amazon In this era of human trafficking and modern day slavery, particularly sex trafficking; On Black Sisters’ Street (OBSS) is a book close to my heart. It is a surprise that it has taken me this long to get round … Continue reading A Hard Knock Life On Black Sisters’ Street - A Review
The liveliness of the club was nauseating for Chika. The noise, the euphoria, the endless masses of mingling sweaty bodies dancing themselves to stupor. It all drove him crazy. As a youth Chika had liked clubbing, in fact he was always the soul of the party. But as a grown man, he hated everything that … Continue reading Late Night Trilogy (part 3)
Nwanne sat on the floor with her legs curled in front of her like a Fulani beggar. At intervals, she looked up at her father Etee Kalu as he ate his dinner of akpu and onugbu soup. Her throat region jerked severally as she swallowed thick lumps of foamy saliva watching her father munch a … Continue reading Nwanne: Dying Rose (1)
Then I wrote: ‘To her, the one that replaces living In my giving state of her staying’ Confused in love, She repeated the shout for interpretation. Then I wrote: ‘Then a season will come, We shall, like falcons Stroll along the smiling face of the sun’
The name, Sefi Atta is yet to gain international repute like Chinua Achebe or Soyinka but it does a lot in contributing fiction to African literature and the world at large. Her novel, Everything Good Will Come contributes to a new direction for the 21st century African writer. It speaks of a movement away from … Continue reading Sefi Atta said to me - Everything good will come
87 ways to kill a man…by Don YuwaVelli 1.tie him to a stake and chop off his penis.He will bleed to death 2.chop off his eyelids and tie him to the ground,facing the scorching sun.He will die of dehydration. 3.tie him to stake and connect the cathode ray tube of a television to his penis.when … Continue reading 87 ways to kill a man