MAAGUN-ED (A Short Story)

“Please call me, I love you.” Samson reads out the message and fling the phone on the creamy laced sofa. “Nonsense” he sigh as he made his w...

REASONS FOR ADDICTION TO SELFIE UPLOAD ON SOCIAL MEDIA

Selfie is a photo of yourself that you take, typically with a smartphone or a webcam and usually put on social networking media such as face...

TWO WRONGS, TOO MANY

It was a bright, brilliant morning. The sun set right from the eastern sky smiling through every odd that might have hidden its rays. Tolu, ...

SORRY I DID THIS TO YOU

Listen carefully. Read with your mind open. This is a true life. Your comments does not matter. Only your attention does. As you read. You w...

DEFILED (A Short Story)

My name is Obaseosuwake, but I will prefer you call me Osu. I am a 16years old, SSS 2 student of Brighter Grammar Model College, Lagos. Uncl...

ENTER HANNAH (IGBOGI ROAD – PART 2)

It was 9:15pm in a posh part of town in a state in the western parts of present day Nigeria. It was raining cats and dogs outside. Hannah wa...

MY LIFE AS A FRESHER

The aim of many secondary school leavers is to gain admission into higher institution. I had the same when I finished my secondary school in...

A WRITER’S TRAVAIL

Quite a number of times, you have this profound urge to move the world in a particular direction as a writer. The desire to put down your th...