Month: September 2017

THE SKY TURNED CRIMSON

By Eric Arthur

The sun peeks out from the corner of the world as I look up to the calm and bright cerulean sky. The clouds float in the deep mixture of cobalt and sapphire like the eyes of an Iranian model, travelling through endless brume. It echoed an ambience of tranquil and solitude, resonating

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HOW TO GET THE MAN OF YOUR DREAM (A TRUE STORY)

By Esiri Ukueku-Uduaghan

My dear friend Carrie told me she met this cute guy at the bank the other day. She said she had a foreign exchange

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NIGERIA’S SEARCH FOR EMANCIPATION: BETWEEN REVOLUTION AND REFORMATION

By Abayomi A. A.

The nation is currently witnessing a declension in national cohesion with ethno-regionalistic agitations increasing

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THE VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE

By Dean Arutoghor

Uzoma had returned home from work earlier than usual to surprise his wife, Ngozi, on Valentines’ night. Behind him, he was clutching a bunch of red roses he had picked up at the florist. A puzzled look quickly came over his

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VIOLATED

By Liz Ajala

Mrs. Adebanjo’s office was small and cramped. Her desk piled with papers and files with a small laptop perched at the edge. She stood up as I came in, “You must be Janet Koko.”

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THE GREATEST TRAGEDY

By Jade

I laid down after breakfast, deep in thoughts, the events of the last twelve months playing in my head  like a tragic movie, making my eyes water yet again, even as they already burned from much tears and I thought of how I

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THE CHIEF CORNERWORD

By Raphaelmary Chukwudi

It’s just a four letter word but the magnanimity of its relevance is overwhelming yet, it is undermined.

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THE RAIN THAT RID THE SKY OF DARK CLOUDS

Ifeoluwa Aiki

She watched the man swallow the last morsel of fufu on the plate before him. The baby she carried was sucking

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A MOTHER’S PHONE CALL

By Nwachukwu Obinna

It’s been a long night. I sat on my couch staring at the ceiling, remembering the past, those days in school when things were not as perfect as they are now. When to eat one meal a day was even a problem. Those days were the worst days of my life because life wasn’t always like that.

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