Diary of a Reluctant Corper (Part 6)

Whose report do you believe? I shall believe the report of the Lord’ This was a line from a song she loved, and it was no coincidence that she remembered it now.

Diary of a Reluctant Corper (Part 5)

She wondered about the others. No one really knew what awaited them in their place of primary assignment. Some would find out that they had been posted to defunct companies, companies who no longer needed corpers, and companies who would refused to pay even a stipend. Kemi felt a little sorry for herself, but quickly brushed the feeling aside.

Diary of a Reluctant Corper (Part 4)

Kemi was glad she took her sunglasses, it was easy to hide her emotions behind them. It was time to put them on, she had a lot to hide today.

Diary of a Reluctant Corper (Part 3)

Disclaimer: still fiction. It was 4 a.m and Kemi was already awake. Today was a special day, it was different and a lot was at stake. As she prayed in tongues, her mind fleeted over the past three weeks, she was full of gratitude, considering everything that had happened. As she wondered where she would…

Diary of a Reluctant Corper (Part 2)

Disclaimer: this is fiction, remember? Part 2“If you’re walking, you are wrong”, it was yet another day in Kemi’s camp life. She woke up feeling somewhat lethargic on day 7. The inconvenience of waking up at 5 am everyday for the past one week had begun to take its toll. She was even beginning to…

Diary of A Reluctant Corper -Part 1

Disclaimer:  this is a work of fiction, inspired by true events. PART 1 The first thing Kemi noticed about Sagamu was the ‘smallness’ and simplicity of the town. She tried to look out for the popular fast food outlets and came up empty. There was no large store in this part of the town. The…

Life!

Hi guys! this is a short story written by my lovely sister and upcoming writer, Gbenga Oti. Enjoy! She would appreciate your kind thoughts too, there just might be a sequel. …… I had waited so long for the day when I would walk down the aisle, with my arms locked into my fathers’ and…

Black Roses

In a voice dripping with so much empathy it was disgusting, they doled out rehearsed lines, a million times retold. “We are truly sorry madam, we did our best to save her”. Those were not the words i was expecting to hear, this was not a possible scenario. I was supposed to become her mother…

Duty and devotion

Originally posted on omolaradee's Blog:
Under the full glare of the Nigerian sun, he limped through Kasuwa, the market with every eye fixed on him, he kept his head down but he could feel their stares, like arrows piercing through him. He was a local celebrity, the one-legged man who killed his friend. *****…

Broken…the finale.

Writing this story has been a great learning experience for me and I wish that it didn’t have to end so soon. Enjoy! Free as a bird, To do as I please, To soar like the eagle, To overcome obstacles, To be rid of the chains that hold me captive, I long for freedom. I…