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Japheth J. Omojuwa: Burning Bright, by Maryam Awaisu #BookReview

Nadia Habeeb exists. Maryam Awaisu created an inspiring character in Nadia Habeeb but reading through the book, one would not fail to see that there was nothing fictional about the realities created by the words of Maryam as she took us through the journey of a young lady, who had to battle sickle cell anemia even as she had all of life’s conventional challenges along the way too. Reading the book, you’d find yourself rooting for Nadia’s character but on a second thought you are taken by guilt; how much have you rooted for the Nadias that are battling the disease in real life? If for nothing, the...
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#Wobbled Words, Stories Inspired By Real Life

Ladies and Gentlemen, I recollect the events of that sunny Saturday morning. I had gone to register a new chip that I just bought in compliance with the new rule of the National Communication Commission that all telephone lines must be registered. The young lady at the desk punched my information into the system meticulously.  “What is your occupation?” she asked. I looked a bit confused not knowing whether to tell her am a Business Communication Specialist or a writer. I chose the latter. She looked at me right in the face, befuddled I believe, as it is rare for people in this clime to take up...
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#OMOJUWAFICTION: TOMORROW.- @KIAHS_

The place where I live with other mad people in Enugu is never clean. This is by no means the fault of our caretakers because ten times a day or more, two bored cleaners pick up a broom or a mop to clean up after us. They work hard at picking up the pieces of our mind that have found its way to the floor. Sometimes they have to clean the walls as well. I sometimes offer to help them but they brush me off kindly; their eyes filled with pity and something else I don’t recognize. Thankfulness maybe, gratitude that they are not me and that at the end of the day, they can escape and go home. I am probably...
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Hard Choices – Olajide Akoni

We spun gracefully, two young men moving rhythmically, bodies twirling with energy as the other fellow jumped and twirled into the air in an effortless semi-circular …

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#OMOJUWAFICTION: VANITY.- ISRAEL OKWUJE (@OHKOOJAY)

Maudlin looked different. Something was unusual about her. Yet what was unusual about her didn’t immediately come to Shade’s mind. Shade watched as she made to sit by her desk. Her face appeared quite dull. It dawned on Shade that she wasn’t wearing makeup. This really was new; Maudlin always wore makeup. Her brows were always perfect arcs, her face generously layered with foundation powder. She had once even, in the past, upbraided Shade for coming to work without doing this necessary ritual of any right-thinking, upwardly-mobile woman. “Even if you can’t tilt towards the...
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Dark Justice (Chapter 1 Episode 1) ~ By Dahiru Mohammed Lawal

"Ba...ba..baby!" Haulat screamed from the other end of the receiver, breathing hard and panting ceaselessly, struggling to get a grasp of her own voice. This pierced through Kalman's ear like a thunderbolt landing on his heart with a thud.  His throat suddenly went dry, his eyes bulging with panic and surprise "Haulat! Haulat!!" He called, in a desperate bid to fathom. "Help me!" She struggled to say, this time her voice seem to have filtered through a barrier blocking her mouth, whatever it was, she was struggling with something and it seem to be a hand blocking her mouth definitely not a...
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A Review of Ayo Sogunro’s Sorry Tales, a Collection of Short Stories by TJ O’Karo

    Sorry Tales is a collection of fourteen short stories by Ayo Sogunro that deal with the Nigerian situation from the point of view of a young, socio-politically inclined mind, that emerges against the backdrop of what has been in our nation’s young history. Right from the preface we are implored by Ayo to first enjoy the stories for what they are – stories, before reading deep metaphors and meanings into them.  If you do fine, if you don’t, bravo for your pocket as you have proven your pseudo-intellect. His preface continues along these lines as he ridicules the notion that to write a...
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#OMOJUWAFICTION: BROKEN STRING BY UMARI AYIM (@UMARIAYIM)

  Ajoke looked at her new husband, unable to believe that she was now married to him. He looked magnificent. The muscles of his back flexed invitingly as he bent over at the edge of the bed where he now sat to pull off his shoes. She wanted to laugh aloud in happiness from the joy of it all. She had married the man of her dreams, and after putting off her sexual advances for six months while they dated, tonight they were finally going to enjoy the intimacy of sex. Dapo turned at last to look at her smiling face.         “Hi.”         There were lines around his eyes. Lines...
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Walls.

The walls in our house can grow. They grow like the way trees grow but they don’t need water and air to grow. They only need …

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Jane, interrupted.

The scene that plays on the subscribed adult television channel suggests the possibility of females camaraderie being somewhat intense than that of males. In one scene, …

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#Fiction: WHAT IF……. – by @JayCax and six others

#Fiction: WHAT IF…….   Now I do not know if I should pick the call… Maybe I should pick the call. That’s the only way my “treachery”, if it can be called that, would not be discovered. However, how do I pick a call on a phone that is not mine? The thoughts were swimming around in my head. I stood there looking at the phone, transfixed. Look what this Power Holding Company of Nigeria has caused!   I woke up this morning a very happy individual. I set my alarm for 4:30am. I needed to make breakfast and pack Valerie’s things for her first day at the crèche. I got out of bed...
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HOUSE NUMBER 77

During the crisp early hours of a Saturday morning, a group of restless teenagers take to the sleeping Jump Street of Lagos to play roadside football.  …

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FICTION: East of Eden

The parks were getting busier these days. There had been a time when the only ones here aside himself and Dare were the stray lunatics and …

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THE SOLITARY HAWKER.

THE SOLITARY HAWKER. In a pace it has determined all by itself, the rain poured down heavily on all bare and unsheltered things under it. Its …

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OUR RAM IS HARAM

Our Ram is Haram Disclaimer: This piece should be appreciated substantially for its artistic value. It is a light contribution to the spirit of the moment. …

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HOW TO SOLVE A MURDER MYSTERY

SERIES: How To Solve A Murder Mystery   Episode One: Beginner’s Luck-Private Justice   Our Story begins in a dark room, with the sound of heels walking on the floor. The heels walk while Alexei (our main character) narrates: Alexei: ‘Accept responsibility for your life. Know that it’s you who will have to get yourself to where you want to go, no one else. (Les Brown). In an ideal world, where people sit back and nag about their problems, rather than get up and do something about it. In a world where she had my life and I had hers…’ Wearing a pair of sneakers, jeans and a...
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MISS. COLD FEET.

MISS. COLD FEET “You know how it is with these book people, don’t you?” There was a pause at the other end of the line. An …

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MY BROTHER ODION.

MY BROTHER  ODION.   I buttoned my tuxedo, and looked back with a tight smile at the man who stood behind me. The wedding was in …

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THE LIBERATION OF ALHAJA

The Liberation Of Alhaja The painting is actually an original by an old and late hand in the industry, Wassily Kandinsky (1866- 1944). It consists of …

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THE CURIOUS CASE OF PAUL

THE CURIOUS CASE OF PAUL The sounds coming from the radio are inordinate. Those coming from the itinerant worshipers outside are loud and clear. Paul knows it is some minutes past nine in the morning as he tries to get up and see what is happening outside. By then the shouts have become louder and it is apparent the worshipers have stopped in front of Paul’s house, house number 26. It is a quiet Monday morning. Workers have left for work and school children are in their classrooms. Through his window, he sees the crew. There are seven of them; three fat women and four slim men all dressed in their...
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A FEAST OF WATER

A FEAST OF WATER The thought was refreshing when it came to him in the dead of the night. Now he would have a chance in …

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The Day I MetYour Daughter (Fiction) by @damikuks

Dear Sir, I am not sure if I should call you daddy since I am not married to your daughter yet. I would address you as sir till…gawd knows. Sir, I know you have been searching for me. I am sure you know I have been avoiding you too. Your daughter tells me how ‘kind’ you are to all the men that have ever dated her. Well, as much as I love an act of kindness, I think it would be best if you extend the kindness through your daughter to me. However, I think you need to know that meeting your daughter was a complete accident. Sir, you see, that day, I was on my way to Halima’s house. By the way, Halima...
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MY PIMP AND I

MY PIMP AND I Ray Charles ‘ Georgia On My Mind was playing on the radio as I made the turn effortlessly with my brand new …

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ONE CASUALTY

ONE CASUALTY His happiness was contagious. Even six-month old Sunny managed to register his own excitement in his tiny baby cot by jerking his hands and …

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The enemy in a friend

The enemy in a friend You are sentenced to 14 years imprisonment, with hard labour for raping your uncle’s daughter!” These final words from the elderly …

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AN ACT OF MAN

An Act of Man The beginning was quite easy to start. He knew the tricks of the trade by rote. He needed just to start and the rest would fall into place. Time without number he had been proved wrong whenever he waited for inspiration which he had used on countless occasions to be the source of his brilliance. He had been proved wrong because he found out that the only time that he was inspired to write was only when he was already writing. That the only way he could write well with the aid of inspiration was to start and not wait for it. He knew from experience that inspiration lived in his neighborhood;...
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THE TRAGIC DIARY OF AN UNBORN CHILD #SuperBloggers by @Ayoweke

DIARY OF AN UNBORN CHILD SEPTEMBER 5 Today, I was conceived, funny but my parents don’t even know about this. OCTOBER 25 My hands and limbs are growing; I noticed that mum has a sonorous voice, I think I would love to look like her, because dad constantly tells her “you are beautiful” NOVEMBER 10 Today I noticed lashes in my eyelids, my ears are also growing, and strands of little curly hair on my head… But I still can’t open my eyes yet… NOVEMBER1 15 I can hear dad talking about his favorite football club… while mum tells him about improving in her singing because she hopes...
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CHRONICLES OF THE CLUELESS KING (2) – ENTER THE HARAMITES

And it came to pass on the sixteenth day, in the sixth month and in the first year of Jubilee, the day the new army of jobless youths was to be unleashed to join one of the earth’s biggest army Naijaria’s teeming jobless youths, a mighty blast like the coming of the host of heaven was heard in Naijaria, in the city it should not be heard, at the house of the head of the King’s guards. The heard of the King’s guards Hafiz escaped death but the King could not escape what hit him. At the sound of the blast, in a bid to escape death, the King ran from his garden where he was presiding over the...
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LUST IN THE CITY OF RED ROOFS: THE BEGINNING by Kennedy Adetayo

When you get posted to Oyo state for your NYSC, your wish is to be posted to the largest city in West Africa, the city of red roofs: IBADAN, a city of the perverted, a city where being a celibate deems you sane and where promiscuity denotes normalcy. From the dirty canals and the pot-holed roads comes the finest women the west of Nigeria has to offer dressed in the brightest of colours God has to offer, colours that are a risk to combine and the tightly clad jeans encompassing the very (and I insist...very) heavy behind and like our brothers in America would say “lotta junk in tha trunk”....
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BATTLE OF IMMORTALS cHaPTer VI written by Halima Shadiyya Oluokun

‘No, I totally forbid it’ ‘But father please listen’ ‘I will here no more of this, you will not go to live amidst mortals, not at a time like this’ ‘Comosi, she is only trying to help, to relieve you of the pressure caused by all the mayhem on earth.’ ‘By choosing to live a mortal life! If I were still mortal that would be the surest way to send me through the very gates I guard. And I cannot believe that you would actually agree with her Nyka’ ‘It is the only way father’ ‘It is suicide!’ ‘You speak as if what I do is wrong father’ ‘I speak as a father should, as...
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DEATH TO OUR FRIENDSHIP! Written by Josh Eagles

Anyone who has been in a conventional boy-girl relationship knows what this is. I do too because I have experienced it once and it was though not as dramatic as you’d see in the movies, it had its bit of drama. It was my first day at school and somehow my only girlfriend was admitted into the same institution. Before resumption, she always saw that as an extremely great thing, while I secretly dreaded the impending adventure. We managed to last a day. Day one was full of drama. ‘‘how come you know all those girls?’’, ‘’why didn’t you introduce me as your girlfriend?’’ and funny...
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