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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...1 view(s)
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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 ...145 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...88 comment(s)
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Captain von 'Clap' Trapp: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of some ages, good day.
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Hillfox – an open space with dilapidated, abandoned, completed houses and a big, mighty warehouse, and areas for labour. That was where I and my brother were taken to, after a squadron of green men captured us and broke our grand home and separated [...]
The interior of the bank was a cool respite from the scorching heat outside. Sam walked to the water dispenser, gulped down three cups of blessedly cold water, and smacked his lips with pleasure. He felt good. He had [...]
It is my last night as a bachelor and I am drunk and dancing with all sorts of women. There are fat women, slim women, short women, tall women, fair women and dark women for me and my best men. The music is so [...]
Where do I keep this money? was Sam’s question. Should I take it home? No, he just left the place. They would know something was up, and come snooping around, and by the time he would be back from work, his [...]
They say that life is cruel. Well… this was more than true for Sam Ajayi. The third child from a more-than-poor family of seven, he had seen the hard part of life, lived it, and he was [...]
Lucifer stretched out his finger and touched the candle wick, and a flame was born from his finger-tip. This flame seemed bigger, hotter than the last one. It seemed to give off more light, but the light seemed darker somehow. Kevin couldn’t seem to [...]
Kevin hated cooking by candlelight. No, scratch that; he hated cooking. Pure and simple. The prospect of standing in a cramped-up room not big enough to lie in, and shuffling about with a knife in one hand and onions or tomatoes [...]
So you sit and wait, for what? You have no idea, just that you must wait. You sit at your desk, watching, seeing everything and everyone in a whole new light. Your colleagues move about, without the slightest inkling of what you are feeling [...]
Nasiru had been quiet throughout the shooting, up until now, eerily calm inside even as he saw what had appeared before them all. He wasn’t one to give in to fear. He couldn’t explain it, his lack of fear. He had always been [...]
The gun-smoke hung in the air, stinging Reginald’s nostrils. He looked, saw Femi dusting himself off. Chike was the one who had been screaming; now he was whimpering. Femi tapped him, told him, “Shut up.” Chike managed to get himself under [...]
I look at the man screaming at my feet, my prisoner. I grin as he groans in pain. You might wonder why he groans in pain. I have just chopped off his errant legs, his hands will be next. He is [...]
Reginald moved over, ignoring the painful chorus his body was singing and grabbed Femi’s hand, pulling him upright. He tried to ignore the screaming which, together with the snarling and growling seemed like a perverted form of thematic music. [...]
