Short Stories

Fiction

Life Cycle of a Girl 

Written By: Jamiu Ahmed For God so love a girl, he named her Rose… Rose is a sanguine bud — the rudiment of tomorrow’s Queen-flower — a fruit-bearer en-wombed by series of onion layers. The garden is a home — the reflection of a graveyard…

Non-Fiction

Self-confessed 

Written By: Henry P. Ugochukwu There is something about soul maladies which bring people to a point where their faith is so shaken. A point at which, when they try to hold any deity, it slips right out of their grip. Henry tries to share his…

Non-Fiction

It Never Ends 

Written By: Henry P. Ugochukwu Henry writes about depression and mental health in such a beautiful way. His poetic expressions are vivid and piercing. They all sit on the gallery of the reader’s thoughts for days. Read this piece slowly. There is no guarantee that…

News

Writing Contests to Enter in May 

The stay-at-home order is taking longer than we expected and it is draining for self-employed people and those who just reared their heads out in the entrepreneurial path. For most of us, if not all, writing is so much of a side-job or a pastime….

Fiction

Bleeding (Part II) 

Written By: Ejiofor C.E.S That night when everyone had gone to sleep, Kamarana locked herself in the bathroom and cried. It seemed as if the whole day was uncoiling itself and recoiling on her, crushing her, shrinking her. She remembers her mother telling her to…

News

How I Stopped Being a Closet Poet 

The first time I stood before an audience to share a poem was October 2016. I remember it like yesterday. It was the grand finale of the Scribble the Future Poetry Competition for all-female student poets at the University of Ibadan. I was wearing a…

Fiction

Bleeding (Part I) 

Written By: Ejiofor C. E. S Kamarana wanted to die. At first because of the stinging pain between her legs and the stickiness of the clotting blood that trickled with lazy effort between her legs. But now though she feared she would die of something…

Fiction

GUILTY AND INNOCENT 

Written By: Elisha Bala (EB) Mares in the night held her tight- as cares of the past stole sleep away from her eyes in the middle of that lonely night- until it was 6:30 am. Suddenly, Hauwa heard the doorbell; “Ding dong“. She arose from…

News

Men Like God 

Written By: Owolabi Awwal Olanrewaju The night is cool and calm, birds chirping, owls hooting. The moon is smiling sheepishly, and the trees, dancing rhythmically to the tune of the wind. Men and women are snoring in bed. Those who are awake are probably seeking…

Fiction

Episode Four: Beautiful Pieces 

Written By: Josh Effiong TRISHA At Trisha’s place, She’d woken up at 6:00am and quickly replayed the past evening incident in head. “I’m sorry I stressed you Mr. unknown” Trisha muttered smacking her head. While she was about placing her feet into the flip-flop beside…

Fiction

The Death of an Age 

Written By: Nnaemeka Enemchukwu It was not long before our Great Personage was taken up in the midst of green clouds that the strange men came. This time we were living in an age of magic, miracles, and mysteries. We had a life that was…

Fiction

Episode Three: Beautiful Pieces 

Written By: Josh Effiong BRYAN “I’m sorry about what happened earlier. I was just…” “Can’t you just apologize without any excuses?” Bryan interrupted. “If I knew you were the same person, I wouldn’t have stopped,” Bryan added. Trisha went mute and all listened to the…

Fiction

Episode Two: Beautiful Pieces 

Written By: Josh Effiong TRISHA “Good morning ma’am” a familiar voice greeted as she stepped into the premises of her workplace. “What’s good about the morning?” she asked. One foot in, “Hey…Good morning” It was Smith, her colleague. As she ransacked her handbag to get…

Fiction

Beautiful Pieces: Episode One 

Written By: Josh Effiong BRYAN It had been a very long weekend. Starting off from Saturday, after returning home at 1:00pm, Bryan dashed into the restroom to have a quick shower before figuring out what he would have for lunch. With a white towel wrapped…

Letters

A Love Letter 

Written by Owolabi Awwal To Ajoke, pure and simple, beautiful and amazing, whose heart agrees with mine Dear Ajoke, I begin this letter with everything that has weight and occupy space, everything that lives yet exists only in man’s imagination. I’ve come to your door…

Fiction

Returning Home III 

By the time Fatima got to her mother’s hut, she was already very exhausted. She landed heavily at the doorstep. Her mother who had been awakened by footsteps approaching her hut was peeping through the window to see who it was. “I would catch the…

News

Saturday Self-Scrutiny 

People say I use a lot of biblical allegories. Isn’t it something we should expect from a girl who at childhood, ate from the pages of the good book and shared its juice with anyone who cared to have some? It is true that my…

News

Afrika-Writes Poetry Workshop 

The Afrika-Writes Poetry Workshop shall be a four-day poetry writing workshop is set to begin on October 4th to end with a public event on 08 October 2019 at Steam Lounge, Old GRA, Makurdi. The workshop is planned in such a way that: -Two days…

Fiction

Returning Home II 

The quick steps behind her frightened her. It seemed the person was trying to catch up. Fatima wondered what she would do if she was in any sort of danger. She was heavily pregnant, much too so to take to her heels or fight back…

Fiction

RETURNING HOME I 

Fatima is muttering prayers as she walks down the narrow path which leads home. She cannot stop peering through her shoulder. Everywhere is silent. The kind of silence which injects fear. When all a person hears is the chirping of crickets singing lullabies for street…

Fiction

My Favourite Pastime 

A place, where I would eagerly volunteer is a rich library or book store, with lots of books on literature and just about any subject. There are two things about that place which I have grown to love. First, the silence. Second, books and the…

Non-Fiction

MOURNING AUNTY MARIA 

Tonight, I’m listening to Kenny Rogers’ LUCILLE and a tear trickles down my cheek as I remember the dense silence that followed my aunt’s internment at the cemetery last weekend. The sarcasm in the voice of the singer, the feigned joy, the irony, all the…

News

WHY YOUR WRITER FRIEND IS WEIRD 

Creatives are like walking (living) petrol tankers. The difference is that no one writes on our foreheads, “Highly inflammable. Highly explosive. No smoking”. When a creative person passes by fire (tough times) and there are visible sparks, everyone thinks “isn’t he such a wonderful firework?”…

News

Dear Heartbroken Girl 

When the vapor of emotions begins to sublimate, love develops wings and flies away like chaff, leaving you before a heap of regrets, biting memories and excruciating pain. It is not rare to see people who dropped their red hot coal of love on some…

Fiction

The Currency of Hope 

Peter sat by the road side. His skin, black like ‘condemned’ engine oil and his eyes, a reflection of a soul that was nothing but an ash tray of burnt dreams. Not only were his eyeballs hanging conspicuously from its sockets, they were as red…

Fiction

Broken Ships II 

Vivy recalled how she stood there shivering as her wet black dress dripped water while her boyfriend, blinded by his insecurities went on blabbing. “What insensitivity!” She thought as she removed her shower cap and freed her massive braids and began to peel the wet…

Fiction

Broken Ships 

The first time Vivy met him, she had just left the library and was cycling to her hostel that evening. She was wearing a pair of blue shorts, a cream T-shirt and a  face cap to match. With her tablet in a backpack strapped to…

Fiction

Irene II 

Both Ehi and Blessing were at Irene’s funeral last weekend. Clad in sparkling white knee-length gowns, hands folded across their chest, they stood by her graveside. Blessing was crying- no- wailing so loudly that Ehi was beginning to feel like her heart was hewn from…

Fiction

Irene I 

To hold a pen bearing the world’s weight- this is what it takes to be a writer.- To easily detect the footprints of tears blurred out with many layers of make-up and see a person’s sincere hunger for laughter is a familiar scene in her…

Fiction

Flickering rays and a beam 

Chi is wedged between a wooden table and a leather chair close to the window of her self-con apartment, down the ever-quiet Engineer Kitchener’s Street. Raymond, her boyfriend was keen on getting her an apartment on this street because he knew the serenity would mean…