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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.
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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!
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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
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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...38 view(s) | by Nkem DenChukwu
A picture speaks louder: It still haunted me.
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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)
Still keeping within our dates, if a few days late (bear with our Jegas Judges), we now announce the top 10 stories for The Vote Chronicles contest. These submissions came tops according to a total of scores by our three judges. All scored at least [...]
I wrote this after reading the April theme for Quarrtsiluni: Imprisonment. Please let me know what you think and if does feel like somebody who is in prison. Thanks.
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 [...]
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 claim section but quickly dropped [...]
This was my entry for the “African Writing Flash Fiction Contest”. I guess I see why I didn’t make the shortlist in hindsight. ==========================================
The colours red and yellow bring one place readily to my mind- the ancient city of Benin. They remind [...]
Sweaty bodies jostled for space and seemed to merge into one glistening behemoth with thousands of legs. Balogun is known all over Lagos as the market where legs do not touch the ground. On a row on Breadfruit Street, were the stalls of the corpulent widow; Alhaja, MamT; mother of eight children and who was just as big as Alhaja and Secretary with a build just like the others and whose husband had just lost his job. They never spoke to each other even though their stalls were lined side by side. [...]
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 embrace healing. I can still [...]
It was meant to be the last kick of the match. The unimaginable and unprecedented was about to happen. Africa’s dream was about to be realized. The tension was palpable. There was dead silence at the over eighty thousand capacity arena. [...]
