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BURN THE MALLAM: Time flew swiftly whenever Mallam Kabiru was in class. The man was born to teach Maths. He simplified complex concepts with admirable ease and competence. For almost two hours, we sat in our straight-backed, uncomfortable cha...9 view(s)
The very singular type of...:
“Thank you Alfred.”
I say and nudge the car door shut with a loud thud. I use my elbow; my right hand has got a heavy bag of groceries and my clutch bag, my left holds an even heavier bag of shoes. I love ne...6 view(s)
Engaged But Available:
Picking up my carry-on bag, I marched towards the baggage claim to get my suitcases, sweating profusely; I toyed with the idea of sitting down for a quick minute to regain my strength before proceeding to the baggage cla...6 view(s)
Who Killed Mrs Johnson? -...: Detective sergeant Bassey Akpan, a short and stout man of fifty-two years, had worked in the Nigerian police force for close to twenty-seven years and had seen it all. He sat in his office reading an old newspaper to keep him...6 view(s)
A Chat With Jude Dibia - ...: I recently had the opportunity to chat with Jude Dibia, author of new novel Blackbird. His previous books are Walking with Shadows (2005) and Unbridled (2007). Unbridled won the Ken Saro-Wiwa award for prose in 2007 and was a...6 view(s)
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Lola Shoneyin and the Pri...: When I get hold of a book to read, I usually read the synopsis on the back cover and quotes from literary reviews. The brief synopsis of The Secret Lives of Baba Segi’s Wives did not give much away ...61 view(s) | by Adura Ojo
Pornography:The silent ad...: Alero: Guess what dropped off Frank's pocket on our way home yesterday?
Sam: Lots of Christian tracts.
Alero: Nop, try again!
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The Innocence in the Mind...: I always wonder how it must feel to think, act and be a child...
My 4yr old son comes back from school, drops his Spider Man’s backpack on the foyer, flips his shoes, socks & jacket, and head...40 view(s) | by Nkem DenChukwu
Letters to My Intended: You’ve just called to say you’re coming and all of a sudden my heart leaps to my throat. Oh what do I wear? Why did you have to give me such short notice that you’re coming. I would have gotten ...39 view(s) | by bluegal
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A kid's prayer: As i face another day,
Watch over me Lord when i play,
Help me not to cry when i fall.
Instill in me your sweetest love.
Fill my heart with your truth.
As i'll soon ...147 comment(s)
OH! PASTOR: ... Oh! Pastor ... REPENT!!! before its too late!
This poetry shows the deteriorating state of our religious leaders ... so help us GOD!...102 comment(s)
FIRST KISS: THE LOOK
The first time he kissed her it was from across the office.
She rubbed her engagement ring hard and was rewarded with a sparkle. Looking at it intensely she t...90 comment(s)
Love, in a mortar...: I don’t believe in marriage. Not really. I like my space, so having one special person for the rest of my life is scary and too close for comfort.
My sister, Hadiza, got marri...81 comment(s)
Captain von 'Clap' Trapp: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of some ages, good day.
My name is… well you can call me Narrator. And I love my role. I am omnipresent. I see it all. I hear it a...78 comment(s)
I can remember vividly the first time Nneoma came to me to tell me about Chinedu. I remember because it was about 2 a.m and I was fast asleep in my room when the touch of a small, cold hand on my leg woke [...]
As promised earlier, we have now have now converted two stories - ‘Cold Feet’, by Berry Feistypen, and ‘The Little Lodge’ by Maid into podcasts. The links to the audio files are below:
The next few weeks were the most uneventful of Athena’s 31 years. Her trip to London was for business, but it proved to be more of a get away. Six weeks went by in a flash and it was, once again time to go [...]
Anger widened over his black, sweat-dripping face. “How long must we wait before we get our meals, until hell freezes over?!” He asked as calmly as he could. The lady over the counter just stared back at him, not knowing how to respond to [...]
ADANNA and JENNY are putting final make-up touches on their faces. Both girls are in their early twenties. Both are dressed-to-kill and pretty too. They both chat happily as they make up. Adanna finishes her making up first. She gets up and goes inside. After a while, she comes out ready to go. [...]
his weekend, I am watching a recorded show today titled UK border force and it is a documentary that shows the activities of the UK border agency staff nabbing illegal immigrants and the continuous tussle between the watchman and the thief. Unfortunately, most of the people on parade on tonight’s show are Nigerians [...]
In those times when one’s feelings become hollow, In those times when all one receives is the chilly hand. When that dreaded time approaches… The heart pounds like the warning drums that sound for war. The palms sweat like the mourning dew kissing the grassy carpet. Deep within the pit of emptiness the groaning rises Now the inevitable occurs… [...]
The sky is turning cobalt The air becomes denser Evening’s aura pervades Home become the minds call Birds more straighter flies as Cattle upon the pastures mew Calling to home the Sheppard’s heart For there left over milk curdles [...]
The biennial International Radio Playwriting Competition is run by the BBC World Service and the British Council and is now in its twelfth year. It is a competition for anyone resident outside Britain, to write a 60-minute radio drama for [...]
The cheating bastard. The nerve of the cheating bastard.
Dunni fumed as she watched her husband lean over to kiss the woman who was about to hop out of the passenger seat of his black S.U.V. Yet again, Jide was proving that there was [...]
A cold, misty gust from the sea rattled the half-shut windows and loose floorboards on the porch. Pine trees swayed gently and dried twigs cracked like someone stocking a fire. Swirls of the mist draped the old white house atop the cliff along the [...]
I paced the antiseptic-smelling, squeaky-clean passage like a devil seeking for a soul to devour. Sweat drenched my face; I had run out of handkerchiefs. Though my eyes were wide open I could not, indeed I dared not, gaze into the depths of my [...]
I walk in to the office that Thursday, some minutes before noon. After filling the visitors’ record book, I walk straight down, open the door leading into the reception area on the ground floor. “Hello, good morning! I’d like to see the ED.” “Please, fill this form,” the young lady politely instructs as she hands me the visitors’ form. I swiftly fill in necessary information and hand over the A5 paper to the eager receptionist who then puts a call through while I take my seat. [...]
We are a country that believes in so much words and little action. We love to couch intentions in big words which turn out to be a ruse at the end of the day. We love overusing words to a point of exhaustion.
