Flicker
By Adeabdul: Choking on air Crushed by the space Suffocated by silence Your voice carries no essence The walls swallows you whole That hole inside you grows You reach out for connection The vacuum only extends You try to scream…
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New Stories
Infinite Love 3
By Adeabdul: Dinner with the Queen “Oh my God, Mike! I still can’t believe it! And I was just thinking of you right before I actually saw you. That is so crazy…” Angela was saying, but Mike only managed to…
Infinite Love 2 (Novel)
By Adeabdul: Ghosts “A…Angela” he stuttered “Is that really you?” “YES, it’s me!” she said getting out of the car and reaching out to hug Michael. She released him just as suddenly as she hugged him. “Mike, Michael Osu? Oh…
BUTTER GIRL
By Quadri Oyerinde: Butter Girl Hey butter girl! You’re barmy in here there. By that; in my pretty, little brown-heart; Black boy’s heart. Or brown if you like! Succumbed by taunting heat, how come you’re taunt ? If you could…
All That Glitters Ain’t Gold
By Adeabdul: There’s a young boy who is mighty fine He stars would be shining bright but for the weed and wine Now he’s dead and gone and the people say. He would’ve eighteen today had he lived far away.…
THE GAMES WE PLAY 3
By Marymartin Okoabu: Aunt Efua’s call came 7:00pm when I was in my room trying to keep my battling mind at rest. I stood and went to a place I could have privacy. “Benny where did you go? I have…
Owner’s Day
By Aniekan Andikan: This was by far the easiest money he was going to make. Despite this, he felt so insulted that he developed a certain malicious attitude towards his agent. How could he sign him up for such a…
Twice Shy
By Aniekan Andikan: I was chilling at the students’ park in my school and thinking about how I was going to manage the remaining 5000 Naira in my pocket till the end of the week. I was deep in thought…
Ode to Rainfall
By QUIBAOS: The Sky is Grey The sky is grey, The sky is grey and leaves From trees do aught but dance. rusted rooftops- Brown for th’re old. They jolt and bow and clap for Angry the wind is. Clothes…
THE GAMES WE PLAY 2
By Marymartin Okoabu: One week later I had to leave, for School just resumed. Aunt Efua become moody, telling me she would miss me. I will also miss her for she had become a senior sister to me. She told…
She’s Trapped
Even though she tries to mask her sadness with smiles, I see it. I see the laughter that doesn’t reach her eyes. I see the plastic smiles that only stop at the corners of her mouth. She’s not happy. She’s…
THE GAMES WE PLAY 1
By Marymartin Okoabu: I met aunt EFua through my aunt, aunt Kate. Aunt Kate had called, telling me she would be coming to Calabar on a contract she had gotten for her catering service and will need my assistance. The…