wake up! Geena !its ur wedding remember ………………. i heard the annoying voice of my maid of honour and younger sister filling the air geena we dnt want to keep the guest waiting do we ……. i woke did my usual sit ups and dash into the bathroom i couldnt believe it was my wedding … Continue reading Healed Wounds
We want to say a big thank you to everyone who took part in this writing contest, and especially to Worldreader, the major sponsors. We also appreciate the time and effort on the part of the judges including the RWoWA members who brought their romance writing and publishing experience to bear in selecting the shortlist. … Continue reading Touch of Spice Competition – And the Winners Are…
SANTANA BELLY I remember those early days Of school uniforms and visiting days Of seniors and hunger’s medicine– That potent drug garri. I remember how we would refuse The prescription given us from home Daring to take overdoses Soaking three or four cups a day. Garri’s power over stinging belly pain Was enough to corrupt … Continue reading The Chicken and the Belly -Two Poems
You get back on your feet, nose bleeding and totally humiliated, you loathe the DJ’s well-timed sense of irony as he switches the music to…wait for it… Michael Jackson’s ‘Blood on the dancefloor’. But you suddenly realize that this is the big break you’ve been waiting for! Thats the kind of music you can step … Continue reading Blood on the Dancefloor: The Comeback
Kogi State NYSC Camp Batch “A”, 2008 It had been a long Tuesday afternoon. They’d all been on various queues since morning, pushing and shoving and hissing at each other. He was vaguely conscious of her standing in front of him. There was a fresh surge of complaints and grumbling and shoving and … Continue reading Take Me To Ida
Today, the chaplain said “when you want God to do something extraordinary,do something extraordinary. don’t say ‘but I have my normal offering here’ “. Like many *scratch that*MOST of the things said in this ‘Commission’, that got me thinking-are we trying to pay God for His services? okay, so I need to get that promotion,and … Continue reading Something Extraordinary
do you still love me? I love you samson i can hold my love. Pls come back to me. I love you. Don’t tell me our love ends now. I remember the day you kissed me. The day i felt your soft lips. I want to see you samson. You are my hearth my breath. … Continue reading do you really love me?
He kicked the stray dog that lay across his path, the dog jumped up whimpering and confused as it watched its attacker flee, Lucky leapt across the pool of muddy water with the agility a veteran athlete would be proud of. His long legs kept on running covering the earth in large bounds. He dared … Continue reading Wasted
Aneke stood at the door post that leads to the verandah staring at his sister Akunnayia who was seated on her curdling chair, staring intensively at the dark cloud; as if she could read some words from the lid of the cloudy sky. He had been transfixed there for a while, when his wife … Continue reading Chase After Rainbows.
PARADISE AND HELL I LONG FOR EL DORADO I COME TO GRIEF I THINK OF A CITY OF GOLD I SEE A PLACE OF WANT I WISH FOR COMFORT I SEE DESPAIR I CRAVE FOR AN ELUSIVE FUTURE I NEGLECT THE PRESENT AS I LOOK FOR PARADISE I AM REWARDED WITH HELL MY CALABASH Precious … Continue reading Paradise, Hell And My Calabash
Every unmarried man who loves women has a little black book where he keeps a catalog of the females he has had and desires to have. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not really a book-book; it’s just a repertoire of doable daughters of Eve. Could be stored in his head or his phone as … Continue reading His Little Black Book (Chapter One)
I saw the devil once, in a dream. I stood in a strange compound, in a pool of clear water that rose to my ankles, glittering with the whiteness of a moon that had horns like a ram’s. The water was icy, and I shivered, my teeth chattering. The structure surrounding me was like a … Continue reading At the Pool
Moving over the ladder of life Where the mighty one falls Life is been struggled for Making you a conquerer Crossing over and over again Leaves the memory to tell in you Been a winner is not destine But the sacrifice been made Make you a conquerer Crossing over is a great task The fight … Continue reading Crossing Over
It was 2 years on 6th May 2012 The 6th day of May 2012 was exactly two years that the cold hands of death took you away and you left us in the hands of the Buccaneers and non apologetic nor reasonable leaders. When you were around we thought you were the bad and … Continue reading President Musa Ya’Adua
IN THEIR EYES Three little kids Crunching on stale salted biscuits Barefoot, they padded along the crowded street Sweaty grime on hungry faces Empty tummies grumbling in hollow places Unseen by the world they line in So they created their own world and living With stolen planks for bed Beside the putrid sewage is where … Continue reading In Their Eyes