Essays
Writing Retreat Highlights: Plot
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Sometime during the summer, we made a call for writers to apply to our one-month free online writing retreat. There, we discussed the...
Locked Up In An Everlasting Bondage by Damilola Olorunsola
It is an undisputable fact that everything rises and falls in relationships. An in-depth understanding of this maxim by each and everyone would give...
A New Beginning by Emmanuel Enaku.
I open my eyes slowly and sit up in bed. The rays of the sun are already streaming into the thatched hut. It is...
Flawed by Peace Habila
He just didn’t show up, no, he didn’t make it to his own wedding. This plan was perfected without sparing a thought for me, the supposed bride.
Project Phanes by Collins Undelikwo
My eyes are heavy. I try to open them but they snap shut immediately, pushed back to sleep by an invisible hand
FERVENT By Roselyn Sho-Olajide
She had let her family down. Her siblings had looked up to her. What would they think of her? She stayed back in the room they shared with Fervent during the semester break and told her parents that she needed to finish up some school work.
A Night to Remember by Kodun Musa
I must have been asleep for a thousand and one years because of the clamour for food that seemed to be the concert every nerve in my body was singing in, was horrifying.
Two Lovers, A Boy, An Accident by Orhemba Jeremiah
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The nineteen year old turns the thought over and over.
He will go to work.
No, he won’t.
At this, he clutches his stomach, folds his knees...
The Pawn And The Queen.
We’re all looking for a bit of recognition, even if it’s the unconscious and hypocritical need for attention over the fact that we’re not...
A Bottle Won’t Hurt At All by Amoye Favour
The boxes in the house were so huge, we had done a lot of unboxing and still, we had a lot more to do....
Over Three Bowls and some Newspapers | Collins Undelikwo | Short...
“At least you’re eating now,” Tunde says with a smile. He sits on the living room carpet with his legs crossed, a small bowl of eba and egusi soup in his hand.
Possessed | Emmanuel Enaku | Short Fiction
It all began that night. Yes, that night would not be forgotten so easily. The croaking of frogs, fluttering wings of fruit bats, the cawing of owls that rested on the Ukwa tree every night.
