Eight weeks later Alewa stood at the door watching the girls in the room. They were all involved in one activity or the other. Some were reading, some playing games, and some knitting. One girl was seated by herself at the corner, reading a huge book, and glancing at the other girls from time to … Continue reading Forever 11
WILL IGBO LANGUAGE SURVIVE TILL THE NEXT GENERATION? Will Igbo language still be relevant in the next generation? Will it still survive as a language in the next 50 years to come? Will people still speak this language or will they have a modernised one? WILL IGBO LANGUAGE SURVIVE TILL THE NEXT GENERATION? The gradual … Continue reading Will Igbo Language Survive Till The Next Generation?
I look down and I don’t recognize myself I tried to push my legs to go faster but I guess theirs was faster than mine Pushed to the wall of a filthy building All I heard was ripples I knew I’ve been caught I could not register what was happening again Grunts,painful moans of pleasure … Continue reading The Story In My Head (2)
“Oh my God, oh my God,” Amaka muttered to herself over and over again in disbelief. She had stopped running but was walking very fast trying to put as much distance between herself and the horrible mathematics teacher. Although, she was a good distance from the staff room, she kept on glancing backwards every few … Continue reading Archibald Memorial Secondary School 3
Koi, koi, koi… the knock came again Light yet piercing A dispensable knock All nerves of me could discern the footsteps Habitually, it has adroitly licensed itself Like a malignant lump sheltered in the epidermis Survived a countless apoptosis Launching itself as the Upper Volt’s *dumsor Indeed, an alter ego It had saved me the … Continue reading Moments
The dark path is a three episode story portraying how the promising lives of three different people from different regions ended in disdain, sorrow, and empathy. EPISODE LIST Salma’s story Folake’s story Ifunanya’s story COMING SOON !!!
I write to take back hope To the street called hope I write for that one whose Tired and lost hope for living While I write I write to be the voice Of that one whose society has locked out From the spotlight just because of circumstances of life Of making such a … Continue reading While I Write
I was asked what is the greatest organ of the body, and i said “The Eyes”. They said the eyes are not the greatest organ, and i said.. If i could see beyond, my imaginations shall be my past, transforming me to a height as that of an eagle with golden wings seeking for prey. … Continue reading Eyes Beyond
“It’ll be fun, Maria”, I hoped the tone of my voice was convincing enough. Maria was fun to be with, she was social and outgoing but not in the typical bad girl way. I was the bad girl; the one who went to clubs, night parties, pool parties; anything associated with the dark, you name it and … Continue reading Lifeless…
So I said a little prayer With a heart full of wistful desires My tongue had spat words of fire. You could imagine the force That trampled innocent me I could let you take my horse Then he could show you The dark paths of my life That had led me into the black vacuum. … Continue reading A little prayer
Gather round in my name The stories I tell I do not for fame Make your mind listen Pay attention and you will hear me This is a given. Let young men give their heart to work and old men theirs to wisdom. Devise no evil against me I come in peace. Do you not … Continue reading Reflections
Sweet architect! I hope you are listening to the clamors in my head I hope you see the pain I feel in my chest I hope you see that I really am trying my best Sweet architect! I hope you’re seeing the tears my eyes harbor I hope you realize that my heart sobs I … Continue reading Sweet Architect
IF I HAVE CHIMAMANDA NGOZI ADICHIE AS A MOTHER Sometimes I always get myself into some thoughts I’ll rather avoid on a good day because some issues are better left behind than talking or writing about them. Some other times, I refrain myself from these thoughts, from putting them on a piece of paper for … Continue reading If I Have Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie As A Mother