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#OMOJUWAFICTION: SPECIAL DELIVERY.-@OJUOLAAPE_

Tinuola stared at the box in her hand. It was beautifully wrapped in a shimmering grey nylon and a pink bow. How did this person know her favourite colours? Since her move to this town about 32,000 miles away from her home, she had hardly made any friends. To my love. Tinu couldn’t help but blush as she brushed her fingers over the package again. Perhaps this secret admirer had sent her the latest book she was in love with. She shook the box slightly but heard nothing. A frown came over her face. Maybe it was something big. She smiled again. Carefully she unwrapped it, heart racing in utter...
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#OMOJUWAFICTION: FOR WANT OF A CHILD.(XIV)-@SEUNODUKOYA

The sun was calling it a day; kissing the tall roofs of Palm Groove with fiery red lips when Priye and Fola; straining and staggering moved the last of the furniture from the back of Priye’s Uncle’s truck into the house. “Drop am hia,” Priye said. Fola shook his head. “No o – Frank said we should put it against the wall.” “Yes na; we go put am down fest come shift am go wall.” “No. It can affect the rug – “ Priye dropped his end of the settee. “Na why I dey quick tire for you be dat – you and your yeye English. Who you wan kill?” “That’s I get tired of you...
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#OMOJUWAFICTION: FOR WANT OF A CHILD.(VII)-@SEUNODUKOYA.

Frank refused Efe’s offer of a towel, sat on the easy chair and stretched out his legs on the tiled floor in front of him. Sleep hugged him with heavy arms and he struggled valiantly, fighting off the cold and the drugs and the warmth of the room – He started awake. At some point in his doze he had slumped in the sofa, half-sitting half-lying. Now he struggled up – and swallowed a yell as he bumped his hurt finger. Choking on the pain, he sat up straighter and cradled his hurt hand, staring at the sore appendage – at the blood-soaked plaster that wrapped it. “What is it? Is that the –...
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#OMOJUWAFICTION:FOR WANT OF A CHILD (I).-@SEUNODUKOYA

“It was really good having you guys over. Really.” Igo’s eyes asked her husband abi? and he nodded, kissing her on the nose. “Thank you so much for coming – and bring the kids over next time. You know we love to have them always!” Together they watched the Osagies’ rear lights disappear over the landscape of their NEPA-abandoned street – the wailing and screaming of several generating sets providing theme music for the moment. And then they turned, arms around each other and walked into their compound. “That was great, wasn’t it? I like to see Ese – and her husband? Cool...
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#Wobbled Words: Straddled.- Adeyemi Adeojo

About The Author. He writes under the alias HANNIBAL, was born in Lagos, Nigeria; a boisterous city that reflects the dashing picturesque in his iconoclastic stories. He holds a Bachelor degree from the prestigious OAU,Ile-Ife. He is a member of the legendary Orita Ritas. Among his numerous works, mostly unpublished, are his motley poems on Ifepoetryportal. The Story. Straddled is a story about the ongoing crises in the North-East of Nigeria but beyond the periphery, it reaches deep into the hypocritical stance of leadership and dearth of courage to question the unchecked propagation of...
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#OMOJUWAFICTION: FORGIVE ME, PLEASE.-@THIRDCHIEF

I braced myself for the scream I knew was coming. I heard the gate squeak when the maid came in, as she did every morning. My immediate concern now was how to act surprised, pretend the reason for her scream was novel to me, to lie that the redness in my eyes was from sleep and not a reaction to the dirge that disturbed my mind. My room was where she came next; I got my act together. I tossed the pillow aside; its dampness a fortress of tears, the liquid emotions of a man who had committed a grave sin. I heard her approaching the door and put up a quasi surprised face. Acting is hard; it’s harder if you...
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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 : PASSWORD by MUYIS ADEPOJU @abdulmuizzx

The colours of the leaves of the trees in the spacious compound are changing. A careful onlooker will discern the gradual lull in their bright colours. Their deep red bright colours are slowly changing; taking the brown colour of the sands beneath their roots. Like a chameleon naturally blending into the colours of its present environment, they do it slowly and kind of leisurely. Like the chameleon too, they do it for survival. They have to change with the season to be able to survive the dry weather. The dry season beckons and bright and luscious red colour are not compatible with dry weather. Cole...
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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 few homeless people who came for shade beneath the trees, rode the swings and dreamt away their reality   Isaac sat quietly watching the droves of people who walked about the park – most of them were smiling, some holding hands and chatting animatedly they all seemed happy, even the occasional lizards skating after one another in mating runs and birds cooing on the staves of electric wires travelling above, seemed happy. The night before, it had rained heavily and...
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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 anticipated pause, though, because the one the statement and question were directed at knew that he was not supposed to answer but wait for the sermon to continue. “These book people are just too incredible to believe, especially the doctors. The last time I was at the hospital, the doctor asked how I knew that it was malaria I had. I laughed before asking if he was serious. How won’t I know if I had malaria? I felt the symptoms, of course.  He smiled back at me and...
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Let me confess: My unknown Rio meeting with Dr. Jona ~ JJ (@omojuwa)

Dr. Jona: Ehen, you are the boy that Rewben said wants to interview me eh? What is your newspaper’s name Omojuwa: Transformation Daily Lies sir. Dr. Jona: *Laughs hard* You people are corrupt o. So you have stolen my transformation brand eh. Later, they will say only PDP steals, see journalist stealing my transformation o *laughs again* Rewben see better person here o, later all those things on twitter will start shouting “the transformation agenda is not working” and ranting like jobless Nigerians. Omojuwa: Sir, whoever said the Transformation Agenda is not working must be either ignorant or a...
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CHINEDU’S GRANDFATHER’S CLOCK

CHINEDU’S GRANDFATHER’S CLOCK In a thousand years to come, if he was still to be alive, Tommy would never believe that he could be looking for something that would lead him back to his village. In a thousand years to come, he would never dream of stepping his foot on the soil of his forefathers, if he was to be alive. His generation was that e-generation that came close to what is attainable in paradise. This generation never had any reason to go back ‘home’ as their elders called it. Going back to the village was exclusively reserved for festive periods like Christmas and New Year celebrations....
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THE UNWORTHY ONES #SUPERBLOGGERS

If you have it, the feeling of unworthiness is a feeling that others can see when they look at you unlike some other feelings like, say, love, that you can hide and can even fake for one purpose or another. You reek of it; this feeling of unworthiness. Like a chronic body odour, it fills the air around you and might even choke you if you let it get pass the limit that your miserable soul can take. They all have it. Aside from chronic malnutrition which is their main problem, their leaders tell them every day at dawn after the morning prayers that they must strive for the worthiness of their souls. They must...
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THE SON OF YOUR FATHER’S CONCUBINE IS OUT!

Sunday the 20th November, 2011 is the official launch/book reading for my friend’s book, 'The Son of your Father's Concubine' . Time: 3pm Venue: (822 Integrated Advertising) 12B, Talabi Street, off Adeniyi Jones, Ikeja. We'll be hosting the Managing Director of The Guardian Newspapers, the Director-General of NECA amongst other dignitaries. Chude Jideonwo of the RED Group and The Future Awards and Toyosi Akerele of RISE will also be at the event. The event will be anchored by Bankole Williams. He is the author of 'Engaged to a Job I hate' and a fantastic speaker/compere. Meanwhile, ‘Seun...
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KORIKULUM VINTAYE by James Lisandro

Lafter Konsept is receiving nominations for the Annual Employee Awards (Holding on the 20th of December, 2010 AD). WE HOWEVER HAVE TO PUBLISH A SAMPLE OF THE MOST CONTROVERSIAL NOMINATIONS WE HAVE RECEIVED SO FAR. This particular CV was sent by the nominee himself for the award of the most competitive employee of the year in Nigeria (category A). KORIKULUM VINTAYE OBJEKTIF TO BECOME A POLITICAL GODFATHER, LOOT TRILLIONS OF NAIRA AND OWN HALF OF ALL THE HOUSES IN A STATE. PASONA DATA MY NAME: KARONWI JUDAS AJANLEKOKO esq. ADIRESS: #1, ST....
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