an addiction to the pain the feeling running through her veins how could she love him so much nothing matters,but she being in his touch tears in her eyes,broken inside she told me,i listened,sat by her side i could feel her tremble,i memorized her impulse to patch her up inside,her brokenheart falls said she ‘am … Continue reading In His Touch
Emerging writers are requested to submit any piece of prose of no more than 5,000 words. Thirty pieces will be selected from the submissions, and the writers will be invited to read five minutes of their work during the event. Our panel of distinguished writers will be on hand to critique their work on both … Continue reading Kachifo Publishers call for New Nigerian Writing
Insane in the Membrane “When the baby is born, you wrap him in this towel. None of that diaper nonsense” “Babies, they don’t know diaper or towel. They shit too much.” The mid wife bit on her chewing stick aggressively. Faded tattoos and blackened lips, her earlier life must have been wild. “Breathe and push … Continue reading “Oh No, I’ve run Mad Again!” Insane in the Membrane.
I have failed the second time trying to maintain a weekly post on my blog; in between my daily hustles and in the past two weeks being very occupied with ‘occupying’ Nigeria, I tried to jot something because ideas just fly about in my head like commuters jostling for a bus; so I tried to … Continue reading It’s Been A While
Chapter Three The Thief It had been raining heavily when Eshury appeared in the forest, his gray robe dirty, and his sandals worn. Eshury was your average looking boy with dark eyes. There was nothing remarkable about him, not even his afro, which was as big as a small hill, and which was now flat … Continue reading The Septavalent Stone Critique request – 5
As Victoria drove over to pick up Ayomikun, she couldn’t but think about her conversation with her pastor’s wife. She had always admired the love and commitment between the pastor and his wife. She realized that every one has their own past and what they do with it is what matters. She was glad she spoke with her … Continue reading Finding Love 3.
The contemporary Nigerian youth is in a perilous state. Perhaps his ignorance of this peril is more pernicious than the reality of the peril. The youth could be best described as a victim of ‘sensory overload’, as his 5 senses, including his psyche are caught in a myriad of modern day distractions. These distractions revealed … Continue reading ‘Dumbing down’ the Nigerian youth
Sanity slowly returns… Swiftly, I sit atop the mess I have made Trying to hide it from prying eyes Trying desprately to erase The lines of truth inbetween the lies To don the mask of guile and slip away Stealthily into the shadows, & back in the game Anonymous in my disguise But my cloak … Continue reading The Getaway
The old man’s most powerful ploy, if you could call it that, was his ability to, with just a single lift of his brows or an almost imperceptible tilt of his head, sow a tiny but potent seed in you: doubt. He was the wrinkled-faced, grey-haired cobbler that ran a business down my street. … Continue reading The Verdict
I felt that it was necessary that I talk about this issue especially as regards to my people. My people here is in reference to the Akwa-Ibomites. This was necessary after I wrote THE TRAVAILS OF MFON and where regrettably I could not come to defend my character and story due to extreme circumstances purely … Continue reading What is to be done?
WARS, WARS EVERYWHERE AND NO PEACE It is said that if there is no war, there is no peace. But unfortunately, even if there was peace, it never lasts. It can take towards the end of a millennium to obtain peace after an hour, a day, a week, a month, several months, a year or … Continue reading Petit prose/petit poem/petit play, respectively
Loud wails filled the whole ward. The wailings and lamentations shook the vast premises of Saint Vinci hospital. For the first time in his over twenty five years career, Doctor Ajulo was visibly shaken. He had tried in vain to salvage the situation. He threw all his long years of medical expertise into the case … Continue reading A Day After Christmas
Now, we’re lining up to school and work At the end of a crazy quirk Going outrightly berserk We still sleep and rise in a murk Oh! The face of corruption Is shining brightly in a nation Where religion goes on with no much comprehension As power leads more and more to confusion … Continue reading At The End Of A Crazy Quirk
There is a very popular but quite ancient, rustic bicycle repair/rental shop in a street around the Works/By-pass bus-stop area, in the general vicinity of Oyemekun, Akure. It seems to be the only one of its kind for miles because in just a little under one year, I have scoured the nooks of the … Continue reading The ‘below average’ Nigerian child
Her car suddenly broke down in the middle of nowhere. It was running one moment and then it spluttered and died on her the next moment. It was unbelievable and her first reaction was to scream at it. Realizing that it was pointless yelling at it, she took a calming breath and looked around. It … Continue reading Mr. Fix-it