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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...15 view(s)
My Human Hair Experience: When I was 14, I decided I would never wear a “weave-on” like older women did because while I was fine with braids, I drew the line at pretending loose curls and bangs were part of my natural endowment. Unfortunately for ...7 view(s)
The Gods are not to Blame...: The Gods are not to Blame
Ola Rotimi
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My Best Nigerian book is Ola Rotimi's The Gods are not to Blame . It's a classic that most literature student can not escape. The play strongly drives African belief in destiny an...5 view(s)
The abused woman cries.: Lurking behind the shadow of gaiety,
is a fear that hides behind the beauty.
It's a struggle; it's survival of the fittest,
a war between her calm outside and an inside that's not at rest.
Calm cool terrain it seems to th...5 view(s)
What Theophilus Did.: Lola’s hand was shaking. She stopped applying her mascara and looked at herself in the mirror.
Lola Layinka stared back. Eighteen years old, a very beautiful face.
The eye-shadow was a minus though. Garish. Mummy’s ...4 view(s)
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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!
Sam: Ally, I don't have time for unrewarding conversations this evening...63 view(s) | by sambright
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 ...60 view(s) | by Adura Ojo
PASTOR'S WIFE: The rain’s bleating against the sheets that made the roof of our apartment lasts for hours. It is the first time I hit my wife. Alone in my sitting room now, I allow the wounds of my heart to embrac...40 view(s) | by Idoko Ojabo
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...37 view(s) | by Nkem DenChukwu
A picture speaks louder: It still haunted me.
Memories of growing up…hungry desperate desolate. I grew up knowing that I was an abandoned, unwanted unloved baby. There were nights hunger gnawed at my belly which would gr...36 view(s) | by doubleespresso
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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...89 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)
If I had scoffed at seeing this essay topic the day I saw the advertorial on the internet, it was my choice and if I did stop by to give contesting nothing but a thought it was my choice too. If [...]
The incumbent governor of Alanta State received a call that gladdened his heart. In spite of his status, he jumped up and down like a school boy on receiving the great news. The tough-talking electoral officer had finally caved in.
He could see the story vividly in his mind as he made his mental constructions and polished his angles on the way to the interview. For most parts of his adult life, he had wondered how it would feel for things to be just [...]
I hate elections. Well, not quite. After all, no one desires to be an onlooker when important decisions are being made. But Nigeria elections, in my opinion, are an elaborate charade woven in expensive foolery, needless violence and deliberate corruption.
He needed the money badly. No, badly was an understatement. He needed the money so…He couldn’t even find the words. How badly could you need something that could save the life of your only son? N500, 000 is what the doctor told him to [...]
“Nwakwe for president!” The stout musician said loudly as part of his performance for the Nigeria’s Democratic Party presidential campaign in Abia State. Nwakwe nodded his head slowly, like he was intoxicated by the song, and indeed he was. He didn’t care if the [...]
‘We have a mandate!’ he shouted, but his family didn’t understand what he meant. His ten-year-old son sat down munching his food, as he watched his father break for the umpteenth time, his rule about not talking while eating. His wife didn’t seem to [...]
She said “I want to vote”. Like I was the ballot box.
I looked up, and I saw the sun. Slowly, its rays crept into my carefully inclined lids, and I saw the day had began to ripen, like the contrast of banana peel; [...]
It was 4:00pm already ,yet i haven’t even taken my afternoon drugs, as a recovering patient that is still recovering from MALARIA. I was too weak even to get up and take my tablets, no doubt me and MORPHEUS had a very [...]
As the clouds began to rumble, we began to mumble. A moist scent engulfed the air and the atmosphere felt like an ocean-ride. From a distance, the hills seemed to be covered with snow. To the best of my knowledge, Nigeria had never experienced [...]
My son’s image looms large as I watch the political campaign on my black and white TV. Sadly, I do not feel my allegiance to him is strong enough to risk empowering him in such a manner.
