Naija Stories

The Piano Book: Part 2

Sharon Salu — Wed, 19 Jun 2013 12:53:34 +0000

Mama had not yet returned from work, and I had already been to Mama Peju’s shop. She did not have the house keys. That meant that I would have to wait outside the door until Mama came back. Today, that option was not-so-palatable. Waiting at Mama Peju’s shop was out of the question. I Read More

Then the war starts

Nita Sam — Wed, 19 Jun 2013 11:52:18 +0000

You love him because he smelt like fresh laundry and sunlight. He reminded you of mornings in your country and the dance of bed sheets hung outside on a line. Love began to smell like home. Then the war starts but you had already given your heart to a man who would run at the Read More

Rain

Echezonachukwu Nduka — Wed, 19 Jun 2013 10:59:15 +0000

Rainy Season in Amakohia Ovations of thunderclaps herald This unwanted arrival, On these messy streets wallow Drenched monarchs and paupers, Surely, the rain honours no one. This tempest knows not their fear, Its ally-the wind, pulls off roofs. With zeal, the roads send dreaded runoffs, A little while, homelessness beckons. Shouting matches, cries, Read More

Story Of The Year…..

eyekay — Wed, 19 Jun 2013 10:00:26 +0000

Please skip the FLYLEAF, and read the main story. One DARK NEW DAY in the middle of BLUE OCTOBER, after my dinner of LIMP BIZKITs and some RED HOT CHILLI PEPPERS, I put on my PLAIN WHITE TEES and was taking a stroll through LINKIN PARK when I saw a man who was TRAPT in Read More

If Nigeria Were A Movie

isaac anyaogu — Wed, 19 Jun 2013 08:27:51 +0000

If Nigeria were a movie, it would be the strangest tale ever told. It would be rated 18 but will be premiered for a cross-section of toddlers. It would be a thriller, a romance spiced with horror plus an uncanny doze of fairytale. It would be both a comedy and a tragedy. It will invoke Read More

Okiemute. 1

Hymar — Wed, 19 Jun 2013 07:35:53 +0000

Like a story without a name Like a player without a game Like a bright sky without a hue I am missing you. Like Hail Mary lacking the grace Like a turtle winning a race Like a ‘Super’ without the ‘glue’ I am missing you. Like slow poetry without a rhyme Like a wall clock Read More

Sigh

Wright Bankole — Wed, 19 Jun 2013 06:55:18 +0000

In my dream, I saw them coming in torrents With unshealthed swords of pride Basking in the euphoria of vain victory Putting on armour of ill vices Their sight so dreadful and alarming At a moment, I looked, Above the hills a glowing from afar, So bright I couldn’t behold such sight. I looked, I Read More

Not Just a Poet

Nur'ayn (new reign) — Wed, 19 Jun 2013 06:12:06 +0000

Alone, at times I lie back and wonder How God made me an artist with words on paper. The beauty of the load I am born to deliver Remains a mystery, like the Qur’an to a believer. I wonder what was going on in Fuentes’ sense When he said:”Writing is a struggle against silence.” Now Read More

BellaDona

Ol'snetwork — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 13:22:22 +0000

Prologue Now that he thought of it, he had never, not even once, thought of the way his death would happen. I mean, he had considered killing himself once or twice, even wondered which was worse between taking poison or drowning , but his imagination had never gone this far. He stared helplessly into Read More

Gone

SAFoundation/Unilorin Prizes for Literature — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 12:27:24 +0000

SHORTLISTED POEMS FOR THE 2013 ESIABA PRIZE FOR POETRY (02) GONE Night birds decry the imminent danger With harsh, severe hooting on our rooftop We’re unaware of the lurking stranger That longs for blood of the valiant to sup Wayward quill detached from their base – The harbinger that sets every heart still For Read More