You don’t wanna hear this story. Trust me you don’t. But then I didnt wanna live it either. I really didn’t. I dont even want to tell it, not if I don’t have to. But here we are. I’m telling because doing so brings me peace and you’re reading, because you have an insatiable thirst … Continue reading Liar Liar
*Iru, I think the boy is ready to die.* Otu said wryly. *Silence,* Iru reprimanded. *Ejani, it is time to end this. We can defeat the Ikure.* Ejani shook his head, too tired to speak or think. *We can.* Iru assured him. *Everything has a pattern. Look closely.* Ejani tiredly glanced about, there was nothing … Continue reading Blood, Spirits and Promises – 3 of 3
*You know you can let me take over your body, Ejani,* Otu said coyly, *Wouldn’t you want to move that fast and effortlessly, let your mind rest for a few moments. You are exhausted, are you not?* Ejani felt a sudden heaviness come upon his limbs and he stumbled for a moment, almost falling over. … Continue reading Blood, Spirits and Promises – 2 of 3
Ejani jerked awake, eyes wide and disoriented as his mind struggled to become fully aware. “Wake up, Eja!” Small arms grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him violently. “You must wake up now, Eja. We have to leave the hill.” Ejani brushed the hands off his shoulders irritably and pushed himself off the mat, … Continue reading Blood, Spirits and Promises – 1 of 3
What is the meaning of life enmeshed deep in flagrant waters. Gulping out bubbles to the air. And after sun dry, smells like the slums of Ebuta-Metta. What’s life itself, tossed and whipped. Matched and kicked. Later, seen on the lagoon of a Lagos bridge, floating like an empty bottle. Where’s is the insanity of … Continue reading The dark is bliss
Oozing sweat Hands dripping Stealthy walk Its the dance of fear We’ve all felt this way before When our stomach ached inside And our spirit hang between our teeth and our shadow scares itself to death With eyes open wide And heads turning on its hinges As if a stalker is by our back. The … Continue reading Walk In The Night
Nda had risen high up in the sky by the time Yayabe reached the dwelling from where he had first taken the child, already tufts of darkened clouds drifted across Nda’s whiteness. It watched from behind a tree, its form no longer so small that it could conceal itself behind the bushes. Before going back … Continue reading Yayabe and the Child – Part 3 of 3
At that moment, Yayabe realized the uneasy feeling that had been welling up inside it. Fear. That overwhelming feeling of fear that it had become so accustomed to back in Wajida. Yayabe cursed itself. A few moments upon the surface of Mba had already dulled its senses. Back in Wajida it would have long since … Continue reading Yayabe and the Child – Part 2 of 3
The soft earth bulged, shuddered and rose until it broke out in cracks, breaking into clumps of damp soil. Through its cracks seeped a fetid stench that coloured even the night’s air with sallow wisps. What seemed like hands pushed through the seeping sore on the ground, pulling along a malformed dark mass that … Continue reading Yayabe and the Child – Part 1
Sometimes. When I look at you I see those patches of grey you have been hiding from gooses around here,believing they won’t understand a dot of it .I’m the only one who can really see the obvious in you because this mirror don’t lie. The only time it flaws us -is when it deluded us … Continue reading Come your Flame ,Come .
That morning, I woke up a dazed man. I was lying on the bed bare-chested inside my one room apartment thinking out loud. ‘You see, life have not treated me kindly’ My name is Jude, I am the only surviving child of my parents. I grew up in the village with my parents who … Continue reading Dark Tales – THE GREAT REVENGE
Icatha is a demon who seeks to consume the soul of a boy; but unbeknownst to her, there is a power far greater than her own at work. I see him. A cool breath escapes into the stagnant air as his chest rises and falls. Mosquitoes hover, craving the taste of him, but dare not … Continue reading Icatha The Soul Eater
The sory of a ninteen year old albino girl who falls in love. written by Merit Gogo-fyneface I did not fall in love with Yemi because he promised me the whole world. Whenever I walked along the street he was there, on occasions. Our first stares grew into first words, first words ripened to … Continue reading Only Yemi Knows I’m Dark.
I confronted him immediately he got out of the bathroom but Debola explained that Sherry was feeling a little down at work and he decided to take her out, to see a movie and then afterwards they’d gone bowling. “Don’t make a big deal out of this, Mo” he had said “Are you sleeping with … Continue reading On thin ice (3)
Monday morning vacation was due, woke up very early as i watched the veil of light-over-darkness grew my mind being conscious of that (the fear for the dark flew)…kuku ruku (the chicken crewed). At that moment i wished it would be day all-through; Cherish the day-light like rubies and cookies but many never understood saying … Continue reading The Man With A Darkness Complex