This story “Guilty” was inspired by true twitter events. A young girl has just been killed. All the exhibits and evidence obtained by the Police during investigation pointed to one person – a bitter and disgruntled admirer who could not accept her rejection of his advances. The accused, upon being apprehended, willingly confessed to the crime knowing that he had been caught by the long arms of the Law. But then, a new defense lawyer assigned to him tried to convince him that he had just been set up by the justice system and everything he did, was scripted. At this point, the accused was already offered a plea bargain by the State. Should he accept the plea bargain, plead guilty and get a jail term for manslaughter or refuse the plea bargain and face the death penalty for murder? #legalthriller #crime #suspense #fiction
Let me tell you a story. Our story starts with Slay Queen getting a new notification from Facebook. Ekubo McBrian had just hit her up for the twelfth time today. She had only just accepted his friendship request since he sent it six months ago, but he was fast becoming a pain in the bum. … Continue reading Slay Queen
***** This is a continuation of the series. If you missed the first part, you can read it here. ***** The Man In Black tried opening his eyes, but they felt heavy and sore. All he could see was thick darkness. He could hear some distant noises too, but couldn’t tell what the pandemonium … Continue reading How I Met Your Murder 2: Sent To Golgotha
The Man In Black twisted his foot and squeezed at a sheet. He was getting frustrated. No task had ever taken this long to accomplish. He was not going to have any more of it. She must be put away today. He took a look at the sheet of paper in his hand. The rough … Continue reading How I Met Your Murder
Just imagine a world without pants!!! When I say “pant” I am not referring to trouser. I mean pant in the original sense of the word: undies!!! I think the most underrated body wear in the world is the pant. We all can spend good chunk of cash on shirts, skirts, trousers, necklaces, rings, BRAZILIAN HAIR, but go around with just about … Continue reading What Is The Colour Of Your Pant?
It was a cold afternoon during winter in Ajegunle sometime last year. Femi Olabode, a blonde lanky dude strolled into the Pawnshop along Wall Street road looking pale. The shop attendant, a fat chubby-cheeked man smiled at him, his teeth looking like the contents of a call girl’s handbag – rough and scattered. “What can … Continue reading How Much Is Your Love?
If you don’t want to wake up on the wrong side of the bed, make sure you had slept on the right side of it the night before – the very right side. Harold Benson What is the worst thing that could happen to a man? Losing a mega contract? Getting ditched on the eve … Continue reading Kill Me Before I Die*
Recently, the literati site www.naijawriterscrib.wordpress.com caught up with Bee Ifezue and she granted this interesting interview. In the interview, she talked about her book, family and everything related. She is also giving one reader a chance to win a free copy of her latest book, The Crystal River. Read through and discover how you can … Continue reading Time-out With Bee Ifezue
IF JESUS WERE TO BE BORN TODAY… As reported by Double Oh Seven Senior Correspondent (Koko Newspaper) Recently, a video flick was posted by a thirteen-year old Israeli boy on YouTube. The flick is claimed to be the video of the much anticipated birth of The Messiah in a manger as prophesied by the Jewish … Continue reading Koko Jesus
It was almost three a.m and the vigil was getting thicker. The guest prophet, a smallish man on cheap suit had been on for about four hours now. His suit was drenched in sweat capable of quenching a storey building on fire, if squeezed. He had been performing signs and wonders all the while, telling … Continue reading Baptism Of Fire
I hate my life because everyone else hates it. And when I say everyone, I mean EVERYONE. My Momma hates me – I can tell from how she looks at me everyday; my dad abhors me – I know because he hardly remembers my name; my sisters loathe me – they think I was a … Continue reading Do Me A Favour: Kill Me!
I was subconsciously woken up by the unpleasant cries of agonized voices and foul lingering smells of burnt flesh around me. My tractor-heavy head swayed and my blood-shot eyes tried to open. I felt a zillion pangs of pain shoot through my veins and arteries every millisecond. In my sub consciousness, I could sense the … Continue reading The Netherworld (1): Arrival Of The Living Deads
They say life begins at forty. But mine was officially over by then. My name is Osaro Oghenekevbe. I used to be the campus dude who knew what’s up during my hay days – my nicky “Double O” could attest to that. I could tell the taste of a woman from the curl of her … Continue reading Sex And The Sixty
I struggled to scribble as much of the events my eyes could behold. My hand shook like the waist of a cultural troop dancer. The old village stadium was overcrowded. The village chief, his elders and their robo robo wives occupied the front row; all dressed in royal regalia like it was some feast we … Continue reading Sent To Golgotha…