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Fading by Victor Oladejo.

I held my cap with my left hand and in my right hand was a bouquet of Rose flowers. I stared hard at the...

Through The Eyes Of An ‘Other’

  Our dirty and tattered clothing; posture that clearly reflected guilt, shame and lack of a sense of entitlement; scars and bodily disease; and sheer hunger,...

A Night In Sheol by Humble Ogbonna.

  Before long our car was filled, I was glad when it's engine roared to life signalling the commencing of our journey. Though sandwiched between...

Sand In My Garri by Peace Habila.

Don’t get it twisted; I love my husband. I have known this man for twenty perfect years and I have been married to him...

The Pied Piper’s Tune by Chukwuemeka Mbam.

  Screams from nearby homes were the ingredients that made the soup of our night, before each day bade us farewell. The pristine home opposite ours...

Buhari’s Education Budget Pledge: A Ray Of Hope Or Deceit? by Oluwatimilehin Folarin.

Whether we see it is as a possibility, a ray of hope, or deceit, one thing is certain — nothing comes easy. Every good thing comes with a price. Maybe, in this case, the price is our belief in this dear country and the undiluted support we can offer in achieving the promise together.

Economic Hardship In Context; We Need More Elumelus.

“This morning, I am listening to my colleagues at the office bemoan the very pressing issues that they face every day in this country, and how things have been getting worse and worse –no electricity for 5 days, hikes in the price of diesel, frightening food inflation..”

Throes Of A Drug Addict by Esther Oluwatuyi.

Every time I felt bored, depressed and sometimes happy, I rushed to stay in front of the TV set. Everyone at home noticed I never left the TV remote as I...

The Botched Job by Roselyn Sho-Olajide.

  I felt a sense of foreboding as soon as I stepped out of the house to buy bread that morning, even before I met...

What It Means To Write by Johnson Onyedikachi.

I was a shy 15-year-old boy in senior class when I discovered that I loved English more than I did my science subjects even...

The Serial Killer’s Wife by Victor Oladejo

  Dear Efua, You have no idea how long I have tried to write this letter to you, but I couldn't because shades and voices now...

Understanding The Current Amplification Of Igbo Pride.

The Igbo man loathes mediocrity. He rarely feels entitled, he believes that nobody should feed him and therefore usually works hard to achieve his goals. After which he receives his dopamine by showing off and basking in the euphoria of the attendant adulation.

How The Diaspora Can Improve Productivity In Africa.

We can create similar digital groups, tribes, communities for knowledge and skill acquisition in tech, arts, fashion, catering, marketing, photography etc

My Home by Chisom Arueze.

“You can love someone so much but you can never love  them as much as you can miss them”– John Green. Pain. This was an emotion...

What Obasanjo And Yar’Adua Told Me ~ Soludo

A central issue in the quest for Nigeria’s greatness is leadership selection. Some 2,400 years ago, the great philosopher, Plato, argued that “As a...

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