MY RIGHTS STORY BY DINDY Please do not share without talking to me personally and asking for permission, thank you for reading this story. THIS STORY IS A ONE EPISODE STORY. CAUTION; THIS STORY WILL MAKE YOU FEEL PAIN/SORROW/ANGER AND MIGHT MAKE YOU CRY DEPENDING ON HOW STRONG OR SOFT YOUR HEART IS. Thanks for … Continue reading My Rights Written By Dindy
The past has gone Taking with it the old me The unhappy me The me that was blind Gone like the sahara wind I have metamorphosed to the new me The new me that is redefined Not the mirage Not the shadow And my fears has vanished Now I can hear the cacophony that harbor … Continue reading The Metamorphosed Me
READ ACROSS NIGERIA (RAN) NATIONAL READING DAY 2017 EDITION CALL FOR READING ACTIVITIES The National Coordinating Committee of the Read Across Nigeria (RAN) hereby call the attention of those who are interested in organizing reading events in their cities, towns, states, offices, schools, churches, mosques this year are to notify us of their interest by … Continue reading Read Across Nigeria (ran) – National Reading Day – 2017 Edition
CHAPTER FIVE She stood outside Sweet Sensation and awaited the arrival of her childhood friend. She regretted the way she had been treating him. What was wrong with her? Amongst her friends, he was the only one that stood by her, yet, she made him miserable. She had learnt her lesson. She won’t make … Continue reading Broken Bottle 5
teeth rattle to the beats of the wind and the knuckles to the ruffles of leaves and sheaves to the bleats of wolfs like sheep the land cackles like the witches of oz and old and tattles like nomadic tongues spewing curses in two folds and threes and fours like fell trolls in green and … Continue reading Wasteland
I intend to do the usual things. A flower from an unguarded garden. I will ex-communicate all my appointed flings. For You- You have shown, my plate, with love and care it’d very laden. I’ll hold the dreams up like, herculen, and wonder what it brings. Am sure, your mind has registered all this, and … Continue reading Cliche
Imagine you are invited to this gathering, Beaming of smiles and anything cunning. Then you are asked to pick of pots, one of tens when without opening lids cannot guess which is happiness and one you can switch. Each of all you ponder can’t bewitch witch and she closed her eyes over the shining each, … Continue reading Love
Yesterday under the blazing Lagos sun at Ilashe beach, I remembered the first time I functionally went to a nude beach… It was several years ago. A time when aging youth gave one a certain feeling of invincibility and a continuously sprouting mind enabled unfledged curiosity. Before then I had been to nude beaches, but … Continue reading The Mysteries Of Nudity
CALL FOR MEMBERSHIP OSOGBO WRITERS FORUM Are you a writer resident in Osun State? Here is an opportunity for you to submit your profile/data in our ongoing compilation of Directory of Writers in Osun State which will be printed and published online for public access. If you are interested, kindly send the following information to: … Continue reading Call For Membership – Osogbo Writers Forum
CHAPTER FOUR Eru returned home from work in the evening, tired and hungry. He had given his sweet heart a spare key to his two-bedroom apartment. He wanted her to feel free to visit at any time she wanted, whether he was in or out. He really liked her. He had planned to propose … Continue reading Broken Bottle 4
So she just packed her stuff and left, immediately after the rain. When he came back to the room from buying bread at the roadside he couldn’t really believe it. She’d threatened recently that she would go, that the world was getting too dense for her, that home was really ever the only home she … Continue reading Mammy Water
“How are you feeling now” Ify asked him. “Feeling very much better now, all I need now is a glass of water to get my energy back” he replied. They were at home now, he had just feigned toilet activity and was acting like he felt relieved. They were both in the bathroom, Ify had … Continue reading Butterfly Blues (2)
Ugly as the hedgehog I am the living dog Filthy as a gutter-scum Living like one from the slum He’s known as the champion He is the dead lion He was clean as Heaven’s white But’s now a horrible sight Who’d regard a mere dog? A pauper, and a bug? My words they count rambling … Continue reading The Living Dog
There he stood prophesying in a strange statement “Blessed are the sinners for theirs is the kingdom of earth” I wished I could stone him to death or better still spread out his secrets for the world to see. These were the thoughts fighting inside me. As I stood rooted listening to all the rubbish … Continue reading Aftermath
Beloved son, The sounds of my yesteryear’s feet echo, And I can dance no more. I stand now each night on my puny bones and staff For the foray of fire flies, That you may dance a different dance. Son, The world is an ocean of vastness; You may swim, surf and yet swim … Continue reading To My Beloved Son