SOCIETY OF YOUNG NIGERIAN WRITERS CALL FOR ENTRIES SONGS OF BITTERNESS (A collection of Poems in memory and honour of the Late PRINCE ALBERT (PROF.) ADEREMI ADEDOYIN – father of the National President and founder of the Society of Young Nigerian Writers (SYNW) and the Association of Nigerian Christian Authors and Publishers (ANCAP)- Mr. Wole … Continue reading Call For Entries - Songs Of Bitterness
The house was big, just like in a dream; so ostentatious I almost didn’t believed. I looked around and was really impressed by everything I saw. Some people sha were indeed born with silver spoons, I thought to myself and shook my head in bewilderment. How in the world could this edifice belong to just … Continue reading Blood On My Hands (Chapter 2)
Nene went to bed very early that day, but sleep evaded her. At about 2:00 a.m. on Tuesday morning, when the whole house was asleep, she went downstairs and searched for Monday’s paper. Her uncle usually kept the newspapers for the entire week in a magazine stand in the sitting room, and only threw them … Continue reading With Love From Asaba: Part 12
“Aunty! . . Aunty!!” Gloria neglected the young man trudging behind her. She knew he must be one of those guys who often feel they can easily get what they see. Whatever he was thinking, Gloria wasn’t ready to present herself too cheap to his call. She kept run-walking as she felt good that the … Continue reading NESS (The A.G.M Encounter)
My phone rang again “Jeez! I’m trying to finish my work!” I muttered staring at the pile of reports that my company’s managing Director had just heaped up on my desk. It was a Friday morning and I was praying in my mind that God would punish her for not waiting till Monday to give me … Continue reading Arangee (Part 1)
It is people like you Who make people like me. To want to live on. If alone to be there When people like you Need people like me To live on too. So I went to The market place Called humanity shopping; Shopping for something Something special; Special and valuable. I asked for salt. The … Continue reading Salt of the Earth
“Its been over a month since Asake informed me…..maybe I should go…..I think I should.” Ireti thought to herself. Asake laughed the moment she asked her to get ready to travel with her. “I know her like the back of my hands” she exclaimed joyfully. “At least I”ll get to see my love whilst we … Continue reading Orunmila’s Letter-Episode 21-The Separation 2
My cloudy dreams bring forth rainfall Come soon, halcyon days free of fault Enthralled by a fulgent comeliness Her beauty withered all loneliness She is the Helen of my Troy. The sun shines for her skin, Refusing the rain to wet the ground she matches. Here comes the rain trickling, The sun couldn’t dry up … Continue reading Helen of my Troy
IBADAN BOOK CLUB ALBERT ADEREMI ADEDOYIN TEEN AUTHORS CONTEST (For Writers between the Ages of 6 and 18) In Memory and Honour of the Late PRINCE (PROF.) ALBERT ADEREMI ADEDOYIN (1938 – 2014) Author, Educationist, Politician, Literary Enthusiast, Arts Lover, Photographer, Philosopher, Thinker, Religion Scholar Business Consultant and our first Patron. CALL FOR PARTICIPATION … Continue reading Albert Aderemi Adedoyin Teen Authors Contest
My dear esteemed readers, thank you for following the series. So far the story has been from Ladidi’s perspective but now her husband Asad will be the one narrating his side of the story. … Continue reading Flames of vengeance: 13
She cried again, this was the second time today And how many times did she cry a week? She couldn’t remember anymore, It was one too many times At home her neighbors teased her and called her a spoiled rich girl an ajebota Was it her fault that her father was rich and sent her … Continue reading A Friend
The school where he taught was located on the same road as the hotel, and he was just leaving for his second shift at the home of one of his students where he gave private English lessons. Nene did not see him until he was standing right in front of her. By then, it was … Continue reading With Love From Asaba: Part 11
Form, used to be it; Structure was What made it complete. So all rhymes And metrical measurements Were employed in the marking Of my lines; And the intertwining Of the cords formed By my measured lines. And the weaving of the cords To get the strength I thought was required To draw the attention Of … Continue reading Scattered Lines
The students of Sabo Eleran Community Grammar School watched with surprise and ecstasy as an average aged looking man walked into the big school field where and while they held their assembly that Monday morning with a long brown cane shaking vigorously in his hand. It was when the man turned around to speak to … Continue reading NESS (The Revenge of Ness ‘Arggggg’)
“Andrea is Jennifer’s sister,” Niyi added when Sade remained in the same position, staring at him as if he had just announced that he had five wives and a mistress back home. “Lovely to meet you.” Andrea stepped forward, holding out a slim hand that had a gold bracelet attached to it. Sade shook the … Continue reading Naija Heels on Cobbled Streets 8