Whispers no longer suffice
Its time to pay the price
I’ll give it all to you this day
No matter what will or may
Continue reading I’LL PAY THE PRICE
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The battle is fierce Their blows they rain down Read More WHOLE ARMOUR OF GOD the land is bare, the men have gone to war time and again in the past some have gone so after the gun and the bullet Read More Widows of War i am the son of my mother floating like a ship with no rudder Read More Me, Myself and I. …for those who have lost a mother my face is wet and i know not yet whether it be rain or tears my heart beats with spasmodic feats is it anticipation or fear that bring this tears i see through the blur of [...] Read More tears… we have us only hope as friend they’ve come again to spit their words Read More They’ve come, again… The Race Begins Again… they have come again to the track Continue reading The Race Begins Again… They sit in their clay thrones and peer down, human drones they throw muck and mock your words and poke at them with heated swords they leave the logs in their eyes and tear your precious words like mice [...] Read More NS Ramblings5: “HEAR… from HERE you’ll get THERE” as the sun goes down, i sit with my pen in the gloomy darkness of my den there in the pot is the ink all that’s left is for me to think Continue reading NS Ramblings4: Of wR-Bees and Tees i know a country where wisdom is green like leaves on a tree i know a place where words glint like white diamonds with no tint i know a wall where the prints of fingers leave a trail of stains that lingers Continue reading NS RAMBLINGS 3 Is my greedy heart shackled and sold To growing coins of burnished gold? Now the sounds of crowded coins Stirs tunes of pleasure in my loins. Is my hope built on wealth that bides Only like the ever changing tides? [...] Read More IS MY HEART DONE SOLD?! 50 cycles have come and gone 50 seasons under the sun Suns have risen and set Life and taunting death Strifing peace and gentle war [...] Read More NIGERIA: how far we have gone (PART2) some say their vespers no louder than muted whispers and some scrape the vocal cords with scraping words rougher than the palms of the man who works our farms [...] Read More WE PRAY AND WAR? NIGERIA @ 50: a story in verse
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i liked the story because it had a very real feel while i read it... you did very well indeed... problem ...
Myne, The narration is good and fluid. Was concerned about the dearth of conversations to keep the story alive but when ...
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if i come across it with something in my wallet, I'll get it...it seems to be promising.
Jay, you did a beautiful work of a priest/pastor... I wouldn't miss any sermon of yours if you preside over ...
Joy, you did a beautiful work of a priest/pastor... I wouldn't miss any sermon of yours if you preside over ...
I like the narration... It is difficult to dislike your male character... It is good you kept off the reason ...
I like the narration... It is difficult to dislike your male character... It is good you kept off the reason ...
Your presentation of passion was vivid and intense. Good one. It didn't feel like being in a prison though.
Chetachi, I found the story very engaging, especially Onyeka's attempt at toasting the MC. Well done. Do watch out for punctuation and ...