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Let Him Come Take It This is how your learn to run by being fed to adrenaline, and whatever else can scare the guts out of you!

I sat for a while with Joe on a small rock by the roadside. We had walked many miles already, hoping to find a bike that could have just sped home, even if it meant spending all the money we had on us.

We were that tired.

If my mum knew that this is how I and my friend would get lost on this day, she wouldn’t have sent us both to get herbs for her.

“Mhenn, I want to get home now,” Joe…

Should I End It All? It is not uncommon to see people put a knife to their own throat, gulp down a dangerous liquid or do something else. Why? Why not?

One person dies by suicide every 40 seconds. – WHO Report

So, before you’re done reading this, a number of people may have taken their own lives.

Damn!

While it is true that anyone can commit suicide, the majority of those who do, are men.

The statistics are disturbing. Yes, they are. These numbers have not been on the low side, and no, this piece is not directed at making a…

Sixteen Little Everythings Finally, the first ever anthology of sixteen-word stories drops! Be the first to download it!

Sixteen Little Everythings is a collection of stories that were each written in sixteen words.

Hundreds of writers partook in contributing to the success of this book and they each had a story or stories to tell – fictional or not – that can help us to relate with their experiences.

The fact that this book is made FREE of charge does not mean that efforts haven’t been made to get it…

A Coin With Three Sides A spoken word poetry about the feelings of soldiers, the pain in their hearts mixed with the love for their family. Get absorbed in the words as it leaves you on your toes.

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I come from a place Where fathers prepared for war And left without an embrace From those they will fight for; A place where mothers Knew their sons so well Until they became like others: Men who could tell A water gun from a rifle.

This camp we reside Is a secured prison for us Those whom the enemies’ decide To bomb black…

If All Bats Could See Not all stories end as fairly as some fairy tales with a happily-ever-after. Some could just keep you on your toes and make you wish you weren't a character. Get thrilled!

Caution!

The following story is one with horror scenes. Reader’s discretion is advised.

“But mum, will it always have to be this way?” Zack stared up at his mother. She was too busy looking around that she barely wanted to hear anything other than a cause for a run.

To her side, a sword sheath was strapped while she held the sword pointing it out towards nothing.

“Mummy,” he called out…

Chŕistōs, All Roads Lead Here! So you are on an adventure for fun, and then you meet with the Stantrikas. Believe me, it is a think-fast or die situation!

Caution!

The following story is one of horror. Reader’s discretion is advised.

“Hey Jannie!”

“Yo!”

“Care for a ride around town?”, he wiggles ahead with car keys in hand.

“Hell no! What about my mum? She’ll kill me the moment she finds out that I left this house.”

“Cut the crap Jannie, if she finds the house in this messy condition, you’re still dead. Are you coming, or are you…

They Pulled Us Closer Life gets all the more beautiful as a child moves from his youthful years to adulthood. Wait. 🙄 Does it not?

of the gravels we threw in the marketplace I write

they were lost the faces of those who said we were cursed as we dashed away hands raised after us cursing new curses throwing new stones but it was nothing nothing we’ve not seen

our school uniforms soon wore out and so it seemed like that was it the curse fulfilling

of the girls I loved and never mentioned I write

they were lost the…

Amaka "Baby girl", I now say, sneaking my left hand across her shoulders. My heart pounds. I'm even afraid that she can hear it play drums. She starts talking, but I can't even hear what she is saying. [ A story of children's hearts and striking reality ]

The rain was falling heavily outside.

Since power holding had not yet interrupted power supply, I was bothered, just the way every Nigerian should be when the light stayed for too long. It would appear to us like the company in charge of electricity was planning to go on a two-month strike.

It was many hours into the evening, the sun was setting, and darkness was covering. Amaka came over.…

Gomart Cannot Kill (Part 2) When Datu loses his son to an unknown cause, he needs answers - those he cannot get unless he confronts the god that he thought to be obviously responsible. What happens next?

Datu was the eighteenth king of Ajovima. But he was a record breaker. No other king had opined for a child to be taken as sacrifice for marriages. No other king had been so brutal that he killed his own mother for treason. No other king had lost a son to such a strange death.

Now, as he approached the temple of Gomart to have a dialogue with the god, he went with four of the tribe heads of…

Gomart Cannot Kill Feel free to make laws and hold a knife to the throat of those who disobey, but be ready to hold a knife to yours if it is your turn to obey. This is a story of traditions and self-interest; gods and babies.

The ten tribes of Ajovima came together to agree on one thing – that they can now intermarry without having to sacrifice a child to Gomart, the god of peace and privilege.

“What is then the purpose of marrying and bearing children when the only child you may eventually conceive has his fate decided before he is born?”, Datu had thought before calling for a meeting. He had taken his finger to…

This is Where I Live Would you let life be so unfair that you love the one who loves someone else? Would you walk away and not look back at the one you can give your all for?

Wake me up from reality, Let me dream the dreams Of how you stand with hands, Tightly tied around me Like the rope of Aluka – The tapper of palmwine Taking the palm’s embrace; Of how you say you love me Without picking dandruffs From the forest on your head; Of how, in the middle of the night, You get up and slam a pillow Against my face while I beg, Knees on the bed, for sins I will not ever…

Tufiakwa! All the weird things happen in one place - the land of nod. Have you experienced this before? What would you have done? What would be your interpretation of it? Chaos looming? Feel the humor too.

Johnson, Nneka, Abigail, and I are like parts of a single toy – always doing everything together. If you find either of us for 4 hours without the others, you should probably call 911.

Well, that is not too relevant.

Cold Monday mornings are a pain. While my body is saying I should probably sleep for just 25 hours more, my stomach is saying “no work, no food”. On mornings like this, no…

Water of Life Sanity is not a word to describe anyone who has had his fill of liquor. But, there could be something to gain, right. Go along with the poet in the adventure of an unstable mind.

Pluck the strings of my guitar And sing me a song of hope; The song that warriors sang Before they went and died in war. Twist the tips of my hair And make them into braids So that when next I look in a mirror, I’ll see someone who was made ugly By the beauty of red wine.

Pour liquor into my mind Then I’ll pour my mind into you, Word after the other, The secrets that were to keep me alive Or…

Who Did We Elect? A gripping story of how military rule can point a gun at democracy because a former military leader was allowed to handle democracy. Feel the twist as the real event is about to surface! [Disclaimer: This is fiction]

It was not always this way.

People had always gathered before it was 7am to be the first to cast their vote. Today was different. The sun rose faster than normal, or so we thought. There was barely anything with life in the polling unit at 9, except us, the few corpers and students asked out of their usual duties to man the election process.

Then there were police men in faded black…

I Died Before I Was Within the mind of any unborn child is a big question: will I ever be born? I really can't tell if an unborn baby thinks, but I know for sure that it's mother must have both a brain and a heart.

I died before I was; Before I could take the first kiss From the smooth lips of heartlessness Or the tender touch of murder.

I died before I was; Because even if I lived, Cupid’s arrow would strike me down And the pain of love would kill me.

I died before I was. A doctor’s needle came at me To put me to a deep, deep sleep So I woke up in the gutters.

I died before I was; Before I…