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My City

By Joseph Ernest: I was brought into the world in a city of blended feelings. You love here, you scorn here, you cry here, you get your heart broken here at the same time. I was brought into the world…

Tears

By Mojisola Josephine Kuwadinu: Tears, everyone believe, are the lines of salty liquid trickling down our face, produced by the tear gland which is located in the eye. What if I tell you that tears, rather shedding tears, is therapeutic?…

AUTHOR’S NOTE ON HIS SON 🖋

By Jessica-Ken: Pleas guys, don’t be angry about this. I found out that I made a huge mistake when I was writing chapter thirteen of ‘HIS SON’. It wasn’t Lucille I wanted to write but TRICIA. Tricia MacKenny. I was…

HIS SON – CHAPTER THIRTEEN ❤💛

By Jessica-Ken: Lucille The officer isn’t really who he says he is-I couldn’t believe it. He’s fooled everyone and made them believe he has got his team working on this case. I shook my head and left to warn Mom.…

HIS SON – CHAPTER TWELVE ❤💛

By Jessica-Ken: Lucille I stared blankly, having nothing in mind. It seemed I was left alone, in my world, to rule. Mother and father had gone to work, leaving me all by myself, bored and feeling lonely. I had lost…

HIS SON – CHAPTER ELEVEN ❤💛

By Jessica-Ken:     Samuel sat on his bed thinking about the pretty lady he had saved. To him, Lucille wasn’t just anyone, but the first woman he’d admired, even right before he saw Anita. Anita was the girl he…

HIS SON – CHAPTER TEN ❤💛

By Jessica-Ken:  The day was almost ending and Lucille was still yet to be back. Her parents were worried that something bad had happened to their daughter, but they wanted not to believe the voice that was telling them it…

NOW’S THE END

By Zoethacreator: NOW’S THE END It shouldn’t have worked out Serious, it should have been a hoax I just really wish I can climb out Have I not tried enough?. “We are never going to leave you behind” Sweet words…

The Twittering birds of Nigeria will yet tweet

By Ifesinachi Okonji: THE TWITTERING BIRDS OF NIGERIA WILL YET TWEET TheTwittering birds are not bounded in their countries by territory… Timeless, the bird is always a carrier of songs from across boundless territories… The Twittering birds though from different…

FOR YOU

By Quadri Oyerinde: FOR YOU I know, Just friends we are. How crappy’s that Uhn? For you, I would have done whatever, girl. And I just can’t believe we aint together Then I would buy you ring, and pop the…