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#OMOJUWAFICTION: FOR WANT OF A CHILD.(XV)-@SEUNODUKOYA

Fola couldn’t hide his excitement. “Man! Isn’t this what you’ve been praying – “ He saw Frank’s frown and corrected himself. “ – what we’ve been praying for? I don’t understand. Why aren’t you bringing the house down with excited noise?” Frank sighed. “You don’t understand…” “Oga, I am not a woman. Make me understand. What is the issue?” ******************************************************************************************** “You’re pregnant?” Sofia, standing away from Frank, nodded. He rushed towards her excitedly and carried her off the...
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#OMOJUWAFICTION: FOR WANT OF A CHILD.(VIII)- @SEUNODUKOYA.

Fola refused to meet Frank’s eyes as he opened the door – he just stepped aside to allow his friend walk into the house. Some early morning moisture followed Frank in – and as he wiped his feet on the huge mat in front of the living room door, Fola cleared his throat. “Guy – I apologize for how I spoke to you yesterday,” he finally mumbled through a layer of embarrassment. “No wahala,” Frank said, still wiping his feet on the mat. “I was just – “ He froze as he turned and saw bruises around Fola’s mouth and neck. “Ehn?! Wetin happen?” Fola’s eyes roved everywhere but...
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#OMOJUWAFICTION: FOR WANT OF A CHILD.(II)-@SEUNODUKOYA.

The old man’s laughter rattled the windows of the house – even though he was sitting in the backyard. “My son, what have I tell you? I mean what do I told you? Dat ya wife is onye na amughi nwa – she cannot carry shuldren! But luff – luff haff bland you; common sense come commot for ya sense!” Frank leaned back in the cane chair and sighed. He sure wished his mother was home. “Look papa, just because Igo couldn’t – just because we couldn’t make babies doesn’t mean you should insult my wife.” Pa Omure cackled loudly and slapped his only son on the shoulder....
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ECSTATIC DOCUMENTATION OF REALITY: A Man Like Me by ‘Debayo Coker

Title: A MAN LIKE ME:Noteography of A Father To His Son) Author: ‘Debayo Coker Pages: 153 pages Published: April, 2014 Reviewer: Olutayo Irantiola There comes a time in the life of a young man when he ascertains his manliness when he gives birth to a child after marriage. As Africans, a man is extremely proud when he has a son. This led to the foray of ‘Debayo’s writing as a father to his son. The 153 page-book is about an expectant father who went on an “adrenaline flight”. His desire was to write a short note on social media pages but the flow culminated into a collection of...
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#OMOJUWAFICTION: BUTTERFLY PATH- @BADMUSACE

    "....Life: chrysalis Death: the fluttering butterfly Hence, the final growth."   Slicing carrots. Under the tyranny of a blunt kitchen knife. Held by a shivering hand. I must keep. Slicing these carrots. They must not go to waste. I must eat them. Anything. To keep my mind busy. Away from this present. A distraction. Although, feeble. Someone just came into the kitchen. Did he just ask me what happened? I think I just told him to go see for himself. He comes back beside me. Leaking tears. How did it happen? He asks. Can't you see I'm slicing carrots? I'm chewing. I can't talk. It...
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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: DAWN.- @ABDULMUIZZX

He is fond of repeating words and sentences. He goes on like a stutterer although he is not and one would be forgiven for thinking he is. He says it is very important to use the right words at all times because similar words are not the same. As a result, he repeats words to make sure he gets them right the first time. I think he is too serious with his profession and I tell him so. He laughs. We are seated on a lone bench in the park. We are alone in the park today; a controversial park. Situated at the centre of the small town, this park means different things to different groups of people.  When...
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DARK JUSTICE (Chapter 1 Episode 2) – Dahiru Mohammed Lawal

After rudely zooming off especially when he had just been issued a warning on his reckless drive, Kalman knew that the police Pick up will come in pursuit. That's not his problem, he would take care of them later; however they would want, but for now let him take advantage of his optimum speed Bentley to save his distressed wife. He peeked through his rear view mirror and he was sure he'd spotted them coming after him already, still far off, navigating their way through the haphazard chain of car's behind. After driving some few miles ahead, without braking, Kalman veered instantly to his left, his tires...
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Finalists Emerge in @Afrinolly Short Film Competition, Online Public Voting Commences

  After a rigorous exercise of screening and pruning by the panel of Judges, the organisers of the Afrinolly Short Film Competition are proud to announce a shortlist of ten (10) finalists each in the contest's Short Film and Documentary categories. With over 400 entries received from 16 countries (Rwanda, Kenya, Nigeria, UK, Namibia, Tanzania, Ghana, USA, South Africa, Zambia, Uganda, Burkina Faso, Ethiopia, Malaysia, Ukraine and Cameroon) over the 3 months submissions were open. Shorts exceeding the stated time-frame and other such entries that were not in compliance with the Competition rules were...
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36 PLAYERS & MONKEY POST By Prince Laoye

SCENE 1 At the street chair office, were Akpors & Sussygab with a bottle of local gin Oga Joogoo (street chair): Boys I called you here to let you know why you must win the game for me but    ……… Sussygab: but what sir? Oga Joogoo: That Mechis of a boy, he is the street team captain, but I’m suspecting he might not want to win the game for me Sussygab:  You are right sir, I suspect that as much, I’ve been seeing him in Asoju & Baba integrity’s house. He also sneaked to Baba Maradona & Baba do or die’s farm Oga Joogoo: You see , I said it, and these are people that are...
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AMERICANAH by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie.

AMERICANAH Farafina is proud to announce the Nigerian edition of AMERICANAH, the highly anticipated novel by award-winning author Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. Release date is April 21, 2013 in Lagos. In the months following the release, the author will go on a national book tour with stops in major cities across Nigeria. ABOUT THE BOOK AMERICANAH is a fearless novel set in Nigeria, England and America. It boldly takes on issues both big and small: love, race, home, hair, Obama, immigration, and self-invention. In the early 1990s, under Abacha’s government, Ifemelu and Obinze fall in love. People...
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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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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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#BlognessWednesday: The End of Mr. Warrior – by @SagaySagay

#BlognessWednesday: The End of Mr. Warrior - by @SagaySagay A hot slap landed on Amarachi’s cheek and her eyes saw stars. She was still trying to make out the stars that seemed to be dropping from the sky, when an uppercut blow caught her jaw. What she didn’t realize was that the man who delivered the blow had watched his childhood hero, Iron Mike Tyson, give dirty, nasty and horrible uppercuts to Frank Bruno in their March 1996 fight that came to an end at Round 3. What Adigun didn’t realize was that Bruno nevertheless earned 3.5 Million Pounds for receiving those terrible blows that took him to...
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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 …

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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 three rows and four columns of concentric circles beautifully done in a watercolour wash and pencil with a dimension of 28.3 by 31.5cm. It is aptly titled ‘Colour Study: Square and Concentric Circles’ 1913. The glass frame is almost two inches thick and makes the painting weighs about ten times its original lean weight. I had got my hands on it on one of my solicitous visits to Ibanga’s gallery in the Garden City of Port-Harcourt. Although I live in...
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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 …

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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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Crookluck Jonathan sings Psalms unto the Cabal – by Ogunyemi Bukola

Crookluck Jonathan sings Psalms unto the Cabal – by Ogunyemi Bukola (1) Behold after all these things, that Crookluck Jonathan called untohimself all the crooks in the land, and said unto them: Rejoice O crooks and behappy, for our nemesis the fuel subsidy report is dead and buried. (2) So they ate and drank, even from evening till the morning of thefollowing day. And Crookluck opened his mouth and sang a psalm unto the cabalwhich had delivered them from the doom: (3) The bribe is the cabals’ and the kickbacks thereof; the loot and theythat share therein. For he hath founded it...
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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 …

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THE POWER OF MONEY #SuperBloggers by @cherybola

THE POWER OF MONEY                       Andrew and Anne were an item in school! Anne was an embodiment of all he admired in a girl; she had curves in the right places, intelligent, interesting to be around, good in the bed department, and ultimately a prudent spender so much he put her in charge of his finances six months into the relationship referred to her as his wife. Three years into their relationship, a shaking that will eventually end their relationship happened. Anne went home on a weekend, she went to...
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SHOWGIRL

Where do I start to tell the story of Showgirl? Is it the day she was born, the first daughter of her mother or the day when she first danced and earned that nickname Showgirl that was to be her moniker for the rest of her short life? Is it the years of toil and grime? Or endless days in the farm outside of Benin, where her father planted yams, melon, cassava and plantain to feed their ever increasing family? Or that shade in the market where her mother sold yards of clothes that showgirl sometimes had to watch so her mother could run the various errands life sent her on? Do I tell Showgirl’s story...
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A GLIMPSE OF LIFE.

During the crisp days of his youth, Joseph had all the adventures life offered and even took the ones it didn’t with so great a passion that even he admitted later in life that there must have been an invincible force that was prompting him to just get more and more out of life without giving any consideration for the aftermath effects. Those were the glorious days when raw youthfulness dared where the most fearless would not. And although, most of these adventures were purely for the thrills and recognition that usually comes with it from his peers, he had one or two misadventures that were purely for...
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BATTLE OF IMMORTALS CHAPTER VII by Halima Shadiyya Oluokun

‘You are quiet’ Sharma said as she laid her head on Mehans chest playing with the chest hair. He kissed her head and pulled her closer to him savouring the sweet smell of her. They were laying on his bed of white clouds that sailed slowly around a large garden of exotic and rare flowers and trees that bloomed constantly below carefully tended by the watched eyes of the stars above, who also served as musicians ever time the clouds were laid. ‘I was just thinking’ ‘About ?’ ‘What I would give to have things be different for us’ ‘I love you’ ‘I know that, I just wish I could give...
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