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“The Sex Life of a Lagos Mad Woman’ Is Not Erotica” – #SexLifeCollection  Author, ‘Seun Salami, Speaks About New Book

“The Sex Life of a Lagos Mad Woman’ Is Not Erotica” – #SexLifeCollection Author, ‘Seun Salami, Speaks About New Book

Author of new short story collection, ‘The Sex Life of a Lagos Mad Woman’, ‘Seun Salami, has said that the collection of twelve largely ‘Sex Life’ stories is not erotica or literary porn as the title might suggest, but simply “vivid prose description of everyday realities of which sex happens to be of great interest.” The new book which goes ... Read More »

#OMOJUWAFICTION: WHERE THE ORANGES GROW.- @KIAHS_

You wake up to the smell of oranges and it is almost as if you slept in one world and woke up in another. But the king sized bed you fell asleep in the night before is the same one you now turn over in. The white silk sheets that clothed your skin during the night have not changed either. ... Read More »

Unsung Hero: The Diary of A Nigerian Soldier – Femi Falodun

Unsung Hero: The Diary of A Nigerian Soldier – Femi Falodun

My name is John Martins and I was born to be a soldier. It was all I had wanted to do from the first James Bond movie I saw on TV as an 8 year-old. I love guns too. I love the uniform, the boots, the gear… I love the honour and respect that comes with being a soldier. I ... Read More »

#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 ... Read More »

#OMOJUWAFICTION: THIS ONE SHALL STAY.- @OOLUWAFUNMINIYI

We walk as three to the neighboring village, every third month. Me. Mama. Papa. In that order. Papa always takes the rear, walking at a little distance behind us, as if he does not want to be associated with mama and me. Or as if he was on his way to someplace alone, in his mind. I walk in front, ... Read More »

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