I love memoirs, I enjoy those sad and sometimes humorous mind trips down memory lane, remembering or telling these stories isn’t the hard part, putting them into words is, but every time I am able to piece these stories into words, Its always a delightful pleasure sharing them with you. On a late winters eve … Continue reading Adanma – Dances With Wind
They say a vision Without a mission Is an illusion This is why I thrive To stay alive So my dreams can survive Many are lovers of themselves Their dreams are small like an elf Boasting of nothing in g-clef I hope they become a better person After learning their lesson That being kind has … Continue reading My People
CHAPTER SEVEN The ringing of his phone woke him up. He opened his eyes and found Adiza sleeping beside him. She came into his apartment that morning and found him still in bed. She teased him, calling him ‘lazy-bones’, but now, she had also fallen asleep. He smiled and reached out for his phone … Continue reading Broken Bottle 7
Futon Avenue in September nights was quiet, so quiet that one could hear the clinking sound of the church bell from Christ Church Chapel even before the bell chimed. You were standing behind the window of your sultry room sobbing, and peering into the darkness like a child locked up in a room and forbidden … Continue reading One Noisy Night At Futon Avenue
It was the end of the work week and his shoes were killing him. He had worn the dark blue and white all stars that always gave him a footache at the end of the day but T.G.I.F had called for it and he’d had no choice but to obey. The sky was a wide … Continue reading Once Upon a Blue Moon
GENERATIONAL MIGRANTS They left their generation And came to our generation They colonize us, even in our own times They demoralize us, even so many times “Generational Migrants” They occupy our positions In all our institutions They were leaders in their times Now leaders in our times “Generational Migrants” They are Square … Continue reading “Generational Migrants”
Igbekele handed over the piece of paper to Ediabani who glanced at it casually once and tore it to shreds. “We are done here, the boys will see you off”, Igbekele said and the door opened behind Agents Emeto and Nduka. The men that brought them walked up behind them silently and wore them the … Continue reading The Cell – 3
No matter how I thought about it, it couldn’t seem right, Why she calling me at 1.30 in the morning, it doesn’t seem right. It couldn’t be a mistake, it couldn’t be speed dialing me this time of the night. I shouldn’t even be up, this NBA game time needs to be adjusted, cant even … Continue reading 120 Minutes After Midnight
If you talking about wisdom I got it and its rich Let me give you some of it Just to keep you enrich If you’re bad to people You would be termed a witch You’ve got the power Use it to grant a wish To the hopeless Life is not a bed of roses … Continue reading Words
SOCIETY OF YOUNG NIGERIAN WRITERS (SYNW) IN COLLABORATION WITH DEMOCRATIC WRITERS ASSOCIATION OF NIGERIA (DWAN) CALL FOR ENTRIES BUHARI, WE HAIL THEE. (A Collectanea in honour of Muhammadu Buhari GCFR) Young Nigerian Writers at home and abroad are invited to contribute their works in the ongoing call for entries in honor of our current … Continue reading Call For Entries – Buhari, We Hail Thee.
CHAPTER SIX They sat outside the apartment eating from a plate of roasted corn and boiled pear. It was weekend and they had decided to stay at home, rather than go out. She enjoyed spending time with him, be it in the office, at home or anywhere else. Her wish would finally come through … Continue reading Broken Bottle 6
Idle hands bring nothing but pain Working hands bring something with gain Poverty is the slot of Negligence Prosperity is the slot of Diligence Soon to lose what you don’t use For what is not used, you tend to abuse Fill your ‘crack’ with work sack Otherwise you will become a quack That does his … Continue reading No Work Know Lack
THE SORRY LETTER (EPISODE 4) STORY BY DINDY Please do not share without talking to me personally and asking for permission, thank you for reading this story… DEAR FAITH I know I did you wrong, I know everything was my fault, I know I was a stupid fool. I know I was a stinky dog, … Continue reading The Sorry Letter 4 Written By Dindy
SOCIETY OF YOUNG NIGERIAN WRITERS CALL FOR ENTRIES SONGS AND LETTERS OF REMEMBRANCE (A Collectanea to the memory of the Late Florence Onyebuchi “Buchi” Emecheta OBE and the Late Chief Elechi Amadi) Young Nigerian Writers at home and abroad are invited to contribute their works in the ongoing call for entries in honor … Continue reading Songs And Letters Of Remembrance – Society Of Young Nigerian Writers
BROKEN BOTTLE All rights reserved. © 2016 Serah Iyare SYNOPSIS Every one that came her way, be it male or female, got wounded one way or another. Losing the love of her life opened her eyes to her catastrophic and thorny lifestyle. Was there hope for a second chance?