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… Continue reading Life!
One day soon, our pens will no longer be melancholic, hoping for change. Soon our ink will dance on paper, happy that the days we longed for are here Those who profited from a sad narrative- a tale of woes will search for the words to describe the joy on our children's faces They will… Continue reading One day soon
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… Continue reading Black Roses
it has been a great journey so far with you guys. I decided to do something interesting this month.I would be inviting different writers to write on the above theme. If you would also like to contribute send in your story or poem to my email. Entries should be between 350-600 words. Sorry there's no… Continue reading Let’s talk about weddings!
Yesterday was the day your life changed, when the house of cards you built on loftily crafted plans came crashing down. Buried deep within the rubble of despair are your hopes and dreams. Your trust flickers with each pang of sorrow as the darkness looms. The pain will last for a night, but joy comes with the dawn… Continue reading Looking ahead
I see oil Trickling down Like droplets of rain In a storm a-rising I see Him- Potter Molding the clay to His will Drawing the hearts of fathers to himself Finding the lost and healing the broken I see fire Spreading relentlessly Through the hearts of men Like dry leaves in harmattan I see the… Continue reading The Rising
Yesterday, the sun forgot to shine on Paris The clouds held rain from Ethiopia Japan was shaken to its roots Nigeria remains in denial And Lebanon cannot sleep It seems the nights are no longer lit by the stars Even the moon seems to have fallen asleep The days are filled with screams of disbelief… Continue reading BLACK FRIDAY
From turkeys stolen by an elderly man, who probably thought eating tomorrow’s turkeys would make the festival of garri and groundnut in the days to come more palatable; to the inhumane burning to death of human beings due to the explosive tendencies of our nemesis and savior, PMS. On to the exploitative tendencies of terrorists… Continue reading Mama’s Voice
Dear Abba, One too many compromises later, my life is unattractive. I'm constantly walking in defeat, and living below Your standards. How can you love me still? Dear Child, I love you unconditionally, My trip to Calvary covered it all. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, then you would know that I… Continue reading HIs Heartbeat, Her Pulse.
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.
Hassan and Jubril grew up in the same neighbourhood, their houses separated by a narrow path. They had raised hell together in their little village. Together, they bullied younger children and were bullied by the older kids; they were inseparable; Hassan was the precocious one. His growth spurt had preceded any of the other kids’. Jubril tried to catch up with him but he could only go as far as his genes permitted.
Expectedly, Hassan became the muscle and Jubril ended up as the brainy one.
On completing secondary school, Hassan joined the army. Brainy Jubril got admitted into the state…
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