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One of Us: Hi, my name is Frank and I’m gay. I know it sounds terribly weird introducing myself this way but I have come to the realization that the more I say it, the better my chances of accepting it.
I have always been gay. In f...2 view(s)
STANDING IN A BRT: Why would anyone want to stand in a BRT? I once asked my best friend. We were comfortably seated in the bus and were prepared to relax for we were on our way home from Oshodi market where we had gone to shop. Bus Rapid Transi...1 view(s)
Niger Area: We grew thinking our tongues were inferior,
Schools still allow fines and punishment for usage...
Now, government complains of indigenous languages' dearth.
We grew knowing teachers are poor,
The work for rewa...1 view(s)
Genevieve Nnaji: She was hailed by Oprah Winfrey as the Julia Roberts of Africa and featured in an Oprah episode Meet the Most Famous People in the World. Just recently she was chosen as Connector of The Day on CNN’s Connect The World progr...1 view(s)
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To Love a Liar: Mary Jane’s jaw dropped open in abject horror. Shock, like a raging current, coursed through her entire system. Standing right on her doorsteps, eyes twinkling brightly with a so...13 comment(s) | 41 view(s) | by Edydeyemi
It doesn’t last forever: As kids, we weren’t the best friend sisters, but we were friends. And we always fought. I remember the first scuffle I had with her. It was when she became overly close to a Yoru...46 comment(s) | 37 view(s) | by Ukamaka Olisakwe
THE WET DREAMS OF A WIFE: 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...44 comment(s) | 33 view(s) | by Idoko Ojabo
The Rejects: “How did I get here?” The man asked himself. He was in the middle of nowhere, a very busy market. One which he was sure he had never been before. All he could remember was that...6 comment(s) | 32 view(s) | by morzook
Marriage is an eye-opener: Hi guys, hope you are good? I sat down one day and thought about this story, i have been advised to always make my story longer and not rushed, I hope I tried with this one.
En...5 comment(s) | 29 view(s) | by Wealth
“How did I get here?” The man asked himself. He was in the middle of nowhere, a very busy market. One which he was sure he had never been before. All he could remember was that he blinked his [...]
Seven military policemen pulled a man into the police station, the man looked dirty like someone who had not bathed for some days. His beards are unkempt and looked rough. Traces of blood can be seen on his jeans [...]
Mary Jane’s jaw dropped open in abject horror. Shock, like a raging current, coursed through her entire system. Standing right on her doorsteps, eyes twinkling brightly with a soft, mocking smile, was the last person she had [...]
Zainat laid stomach-down on her bed, watching a pornographic movie. It was about 11 a.m. that weekday. She had lectures that morning, but she did not feel that was as important as the meeting she had that evening. Her [...]
Strapped heels, lacy corsets, g-strings, nude bras and perfumed bodies, all part of what was going to be the embodiment of the clubs tonight. Tara looked at her face in the mirror over and over again as she tried [...]
It was raining profusely in Akwa City. The rain pelted and dirtied Ajaj Hashur’s bedroom window. The window faced the huge, king-size bed where a naked young lady lay, sleeping soundly. It was night. [...]
THE story of Tellam got both Solom and Hamit that the night flew along and the fear of Dubanon faded in their thoughts. The night had flown into the midnight and the moon stared the earth [...]
Melvin finished before every other person in the examination hall; he submitted his answer script and walked out of the class without looking back; as if he had just had a blazing row with everybody in the class. He [...]
Lagos and the Lyrics tells the story of a boy, his poetry, and the life in Lagos. The atmosphere remained beautiful through out my walk from the east to west end. I walked alone in my lonely thoughts and occassional observance of the flow of the city… [...]
Stepping outside the café, Grey glanced at his timepiece again. He grew irrationally aware of the passing away of time. He walked towards the Benz, De Menace was approaching him. As they met, they shook hands and gently jammed [...]
It started to rain. There had been no such warnings- dark clouds, turbulence in the air or whatsoever, but it seemed not unusual for it was the time of the year. The [...]
A while ago I posted a piece here titled ‘the BREAKING’, well, this is a rejoinder to that. Please read and leave your comments afterward. ===============================================================
When Brian came back home from school and found Cindy sprawled up [...]
The second market day celebration was already in full swing. The kingly sun blessed everyone with its rays at the village square. In the midst of the festivity, Ishai noticed that Ogha was sleeping [...]
My name is Margaret Alozie, and this is neither the beginning nor the end of my story. I came back in search of redemption, but I ended up in a dungeon. The whole place smells of sweat, shit, urine [...]
