Anna’s room was more or less what he had imagined it would be. A large desktop sat by the window, the closest a modern writer could get to a typewriter. The classic bookshelf, scraps of paper with illegible writing, two empty cups of coffee that... Read More
Brother Mensah the Graduate Husband
‘What are the bags for?’ Mensah inquired of his wife while gulping a cup of palm wine his friend, Agada, had brought. He had become acquainted with her packing to her mother’s house any time they had a misunderstanding. But he wasn’t... Read More
Emotional storyteller, Femi Fragile paints the harsh realities of life in Journey to the Future
Femi Fragile, Author of Echoes of my Journey; a collection of motivational pieces and narratives is shedding light on the harsh realities of life and how individuals can reconcile them with their purpose with his new book Journey to the Future. 50% of... Read More
Whispers In The Wind
The patient dog sickens by all sides Contouring pains in patience anticipating the Fattest bones. The circle is made of wind, invincible – By the way, time is framed between day and night The seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months,... Read More
Paragon Of Virtuous Music
do mi do mi do la la re fa re fa re so so of the broken heart unlike the broken limbs demands for casts and crutches the healing rhythm requests channels flute and clarinet accompanied by the piano strings of the guitar into ears... Read More
JUST ANOTHER DAY | by Nnamdi Ogochukwu Komlan-Dodoh
The grating sound of the alarm was all she could hear. She glanced at it, 5:30AM. She turned it off and looked up at the ceiling. Another day, another journey. She knew she had to get out of bed but her body was unwilling, the pains of the stress of... Read More
Poetry | Procrastinator | by Ese
It’s not so easy to pull through Maybe another day for the truth Probably till maybe noon When my body is feeling good Oh! Why come this day? Definitely not today What’s the need for pain When I see no gain? It’s such a life of... Read More
Alfred and Felicia: Chasing Shadows | by William Moore
Alfred wasn’t one to be easily intimidated by a woman; in fact he wasn’t easily intimidated in general. However, today he found himself sat across an outdoor pool somewhat apprehensive about the date he had signed up for. Felicia was older, more... Read More
Forgiveness
What is the forgiveness which we proclaim? What hidden knowledge is still yet profane? What is it essence? Lingering questions drift from thoughts to thoughts Like a river stream drifting of course But ignorance holds us still Making us impious to the... Read More