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Hadiza's day: Hadiza was recovering from her crying bout with shuddering sighs when a voice boomed in her ear.
‘Get out of the bus!’
She turned to look behind her so fast that her head spun. What was she ...14 view(s)
Two Old Women: This story contains some disturbing themes, so reader's discretion is advised.
“IDIOT!�? Madam screamed as she sent another slap on Linda’s already swollen cheek. The maid staggered backwards,...13 view(s)
For seekers of the kingdo...: Twenty-first century Nigerian literature
There are times I pause to wonder what gives people like me the temerity to describe ourselves as writers. Now the title itself is no big deal: a nurse who ...12 view(s)
COCK CROW AT DAWN: Angered by her 8 month long unemployment,a young lady denies faith,aids and abets a hit and run crime to get to a job interview on time....7 view(s)
Conversations (2): 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 li...7 view(s)
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BETRAYED (1): I am as drunk as hell. I can barely see where I am going; I stagger down the steps of the railway station, oblivious of the world, drowning in a sea o...53 comment(s) | 71 view(s) | by afro-prince
THE SECRET MOANS: He wakes me up thirty minutes before six in the morning. My conscience gets heavier. This isn’t a dream. He is naked walking around the hotel room w...36 comment(s) | 61 view(s) | by Idoko Ojabo
The husband, the wife, th...: The husband was pacing agitatedly in the waiting room. He was herculean, 6/7 feet tall, and huge, wearing jeans denim trousers and a jeans shirt, an...14 comment(s) | 40 view(s) | by Emmanuella Nduonofit
GIRLS IN SKIRTS: Girls in skirts that open the way,
Walk past us in a wily way,
Try all we can to look away,
What goes around,
Sure comes around…
Gr...24 comment(s) | 35 view(s) | by jeff unaegbu
I KNOW MY NAME: The girl ran down the street, her breath rasping in her throat. Her chest was burning and her legs hurt but she did not stop. She wanted to see with h...17 comment(s) | 34 view(s) | by Salatu Sule
I saw the title and glanced past it, till a friend told me of one editor for a lifestyle magazine who had submitted the same story for the magazine. My question is this, Is this your own write-up or should I say your original idea? Bear in mind that I am not here to make [...]
