-available at okadabooks SYNOPSIS ‘Miss Estabalíz, you should be in jail presently other than sitting in my office staring at my face.’ He said with the show of much anger. She grinned at him. ‘We are all thieves in this world, with the bigger thieves crucifying the smaller one.’ Estabalíz said softly, ‘and there is … Continue reading The Shade of a Dollar
Quietly stepping out, Ozy slowly shut and locked the door to her small self-contained flat, shoved the key down the back pocket of her denim shorts before walking towards the gate. The time was about 6:04 that Saturday morning and the rest of the neighbours were yet to awaken. Ozy was on a mission this … Continue reading Red Paper.
SYNW appoints Innocent David Chinaecherem as SYNW Coordinator in FUTO In order to achieve SYNW’s aim of promoting creative writing and book reading among Nigerian students between the ages of 10 and 35 in our various universities, the Society of Young Nigerian Writers has appointed Innocent David Chinaecherem as Coordinator of the writers’ body in … Continue reading SYNW Appoints Innocent David Chinaecherem as SYNW Coordinator FUTO
The third eye sees it again I am the third eye. I roam and see what you cannot see. I see through people, their minds and their hearts. I see their thoughts, I perceive their emotions and their motives. I see the reasons for their actions and the dark, filthy intents they set in motion. … Continue reading The Third Eye
SYNW CONGRATULATES AKEEM LASISI ON HIS APPOINTMENT AS TECH-U PUBLIC RELATIONS OFFICER The society of Young Nigerian Writers (SYNW) has congratulated Akeem Lasisi, a Poet and Spoken Word Artist on his appointment as TECH-U’s Public Relations Officer. According to a statement released by SYNW President, Wole Adedoyin in Ibadan yesterday commended and described the appointment … Continue reading SYNW Congratulates Akeem Lasisi On Appointment As Tech-U PRO
Marlians! I guess you must have heard of the movement, but what I can assure you is that you haven’t heard of the Marlian cult. Who is a Marlian? This is recent youthful movement gaining ground across Nigeria. According to the urban dictionary, A Marlian is any real follower of the controversial Nigerian singer, Naira Marley. On the surface, this definition seems … Continue reading Marlians, Are They Cultists?
I lived in an era When I am old and Gray Wrinkled and all frail And my words come out in trembling echoes My wards a warm huddle That flank Around my hoary soul What will I tell them? What will I say? Will I tell them I once lived in an era Where my … Continue reading I lived in an era
Dear black girl, Your African skin is a rare gem to behold, With depth and richness of melanin it bears. Those who have seen you in person can testify of your stunning ebony beauty, So be comfortable in wearing your black skin. You are different and way more beautiful than you can imagine. You think … Continue reading Black Girl, you’re more Beautiful than you think
Time and Tide moves faster than season, as memories frails me twice in a second knowing how far we are apart in a small world with a large map. We left without a goodbye, because we believe we’ll see again sooner. Now it’s been years and I have no clue if your still breathing or … Continue reading A Letter to my Childhood friend
Beautiful sunrise in the eyes of a lover like a good deal in the eyes of the merchandise. Looking at you all day portrays the effect of honey in the mouth of the bear in excitement. Halloween never wins when your calm in my warm stories which are never scary but filled with merry as … Continue reading A Letter to the one I Love
Love at first sight kept me awake all night longing to see u at all times. My knees are wounded as I pray each day without a reward to my faith at my closet. The beauty of the sun radiates at your face glowing like the diamonds of many colors sparkling white. Amazing is the … Continue reading I Miss You
Pictures are features of the heart in memory of the aging soul. Always wondering how u felt while I was in my one bedroom flat with my legs and arms folded as I wait comfortably for the fallopian tube to deliver my order of fanta and coconut biscuit at my door step. Nine months was … Continue reading A Letter to my Mom