For Magdalene Aghator (Who Died, on 30.1.2012 in an Accident) INTRO: Sudden bells toll’d They bore your news And yet though whispers Our wishes wore masks True confessions We wished a thousand years And just as they The candle light’s blown And daylight went blind A night in a noon And yet so soon … Continue reading LINES WRITTEN IN MOURNING - An Elegy
The following 30 stories have undergone developmental and copyediting by the editorial team and been finalized for the Naijastories Anthology. In the next few weeks, the Anthology will be released to the general market. Read these two stories for free, or register to read the others for 200 NS Points each. *FREE If Tears Could Speak - … Continue reading Final Stories for NS Anthology and Updated FAQ
There is a need to expand the literary space to accommodate everyone with a noble idea to share with humanity. But often, the chances and choices are few, too few, especially for writers to share from their ever fertile imagination that is ready to extend the boundary of culture and society with a view to … Continue reading Liteary Star Search - Enhancing the Profile of Emerging Writers
At the third crow of the cock When God declined the supplication of the flock Gathered at the shrine of the rock The seeds of the throne Were gathered to be sown Desperate not to be dethroned They scavenged to the north of our own Seeking a frail totem to be flown The baton was … Continue reading The Revolution Will Not Be Subsidised
Lemme start this way; what is history? If you have a dictionary there, check it up, I don’t have one here. But I think history is pretty much what happened in the past that has shaped the present like smouldered iron when put into cast. That is it, ‘a past event that has shaped the … Continue reading History, War and the Big IF
Even nature seemed to acknowledge my arrival by the way the trees gyrated in response to the cool evening breeze that blew with a familiar melody: w-e-l-c-o-m-e t-o a w-h-o-le n-e-w w-o-r-l-d. This natural ovation continued until I got to the school’s cark park. The assembly hall was already filled with arriving candidates when I … Continue reading Diary of a Boy Soldier - 2
Dad, Now those pictures in my Mind Will always be there, Standing firm all day, Watching me closely, Looking down at my heart While its weight Becomes my burden. The pictures of the days When my sorrows cried And my joys hid, When the smiles of my heart Lived only a day long, And my … Continue reading Lamentations: Letter to Daddy
01/12/2011 For my only Tunde. Kola stood at the altar, struggling to conceal the nervousness drumming in his ears. He stared out at the edgy, anxious faces of his friends and family looking up at him, as though waiting for some kind of an explanation. He frowned and shifted his feet around a bit. His … Continue reading The Wedding
God Almighty, First Mansion on the Street of Gold, Off Somewhere in Outer Space, Heaven City. P.O.BOX: 0001 Dear God, How are you Sir? Hope all is well? It has been six months I wrote to you last, and I must say it is such a pleasure to write to you … Continue reading Puberty Complaint
I was just having a walk when I met you I was looking for nobody when you looked my way That killer smile— had but to smile back. Give me a minute and listen to me I was not smiling at you, you got me wrong I like the way you talk you’re strong … Continue reading Destiny’s Girl
NANCY’S DIARY IS ABOUT A NORMAL NIGERIAN TEENAGER WHO HAS GONE THROUGH NUMEROUS EXPERIENCES AND HAVING NO ONE TO TALK TO, SHE CONFIDES IN A DIARY THAT IS NOT EVEN HER OWN, THIS IS THE FIRST PART OF NANCY’S DIARY IN VIEW OF MANY MORE TO COME.
A: one must lay down his defenses in the face of the truth. B: yes, yes, most certainly. But what is the truth? One afternoon, kasali, a journalist in a regional newspaper with a small circulation, felt a great stirring within himself. As a result of this he shut himself up in his rooms … Continue reading Kasali and the Nigerian novel of the Decade.
It’s been two months now since you’d left I’m all by myself, lonely and boring. Your memory flood my mind daily I can’t get them out of my being.. I remember; our laughter our late nights chats our early morning wake up calls the bed we shared, which no other has been able to share … Continue reading I love my PC
Jenifer was having a field day; she had been waiting for this day for what had seemed to be forever and finally the day had come. With her heart beating very fast, she coiled herself in her small room. There seemed to be a lot of activities going on outside the walls of her house, … Continue reading Jenifer’s World: The beginning
At times like now when times are hard It behoves on you whether to be glad or sad The world will press you hard To make it hard not to be sad But it behoves on you whether to be glad or sad The best of joy is the joy from within If you look … Continue reading The Choice Is Yours