Sketches Of My Life

This is a very simple illustration with an even simpler​ message "Get Shit Done or This Ninja Will Flog You Up" But despite it simplicity, it means a lot to me. I haven't drawn or created anything in close to a year. I just could never find the time or motivation. I had the ideas but nothing else. But yesterday I said I was going to draw something no matter how shitty or crappy. And it worked, I guess I was afraid of getting flogged up! #ofiliart

You are the @okadabooks director. Pick a team of 3 to write a script for your epic "oscar worthy" movie! Who will they be? I picked 134 aka @nnediokorafor @_tejucole and Adichie.

Omenana Issue 7: SWEET LIKE By Rafeeat Aliyu “There are demons living amongst us,” The Prophetess informed her audience, her voice was low but filled with so much strength that it carried through the room even without a microphone. “These demons are walking in our midst. They wear human skins to deceive the foolish, but those of us who are blessed can see through their falsehood.” The assembly seated on white plastic chairs before her shuddered as one. All who came here knew of the Prophetess’ campaign to make Nigeria free of all demons. She was a survivor of many supernatural battles and they itched to hear her stories. The Prophetess knew how to hold a crowd even in a place of worship that was nothing more than a rented canopy, open on all four sides. “My recent encounter…” the Prophetess’s voice caught as she recalled the events of the previous week. She swayed as she shared her combat with the people. She was a master orator and as she wove the tale, those who followed her every word could picture it clearly. They saw her spotting a woman who for all appearances was a mother of three, and were with her as she followed this woman through the ... read full story at okadabooks.com

THE ENCOUNTER By Nnamdi Anyadu If you play at Hoplus’ trench, the chance you’d find yourself breaking a sacred rule on some occasion is high. Higher than if you play at Arjin or Kowi, for instance. The girls here are wild and mother warns me every time to be wary of their company, though she knows she cannot stop me from coming here – Hoplus is the closest play-area for teenagers around our home – so she constantly reminds me of why the rules are in place. For safety and balance. I nod every time, saying I understand, but it does not stop her from repeating herself the next day. I know the Sacred Seven like the end of my own caudal fin. Never shed a tear. Never perform dishonesty. Never travel to any of the other tribes without the chief’s blessing. Never swim to shore or contact a surfacer. Never wield your gift for destruction. Never take the life of a fellow sea creature. Beware the halls of Tada; never venture there. Mother does not know, but my closest friends – Kaumi, Jauni and Pkeni – and I have broken one, or is it two of the Sacred Seven? Thanks to Pkeni’s temper ... read full story for FREE on okadabooks.com

In most countries Ninjas are not allowed to slash fuel prices. But it's totally legal to upload your Ninja stories to @okadabooks #ninja #OkadaBooks #fuelscarcity

#wcw is the one Minister in Nigeria that makes you proud. Quiet but active, hidden but seen, not flashy but classy. And slowly transforming a normally ignored ministry into a giant that can't be ignored. Keep rocking Amina Mohammed ... we see you and we feel you.

The official @ofilispeaks 10 Rules Of Writing. Number 10 is key. #books