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#OMOJUWAFICTION: EXFOLIATION- ISRAEL OKWUJE (@OHKOOJAY)

Yejide’s back was scarred. Toyosi only found out the day he almost slept with her. That sultry Thursday afternoon he'd groped—working his hands down the small of her back, moving sideways—and felt the ridges beneath her chiffon blouse. "Yejide, your back?" he said, stopping the hand motion. She scowled and brought down the blouse he had worked up halfway over her trunk. She seemed offended. "I think I should be leaving now," she said, smoothing her disheveled hair. She grabbed her bag from the rug floor. "I'm leaving," she announced again, glancing at him. As she preened herself to leave, he...
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“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 on sale tomorrow (Monday, October 13, 2014) is generally about the sex lives of several fictional characters like a Lagos mad woman, a celibate priest, a lesbian in need of a partner, a ritualist’s apprentice who falls in love with one of their...
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 Hard Choices 2 – Olajide Akoni

The afternoon sun was just sinking when I dropped off an okada -motorcycle onto a tarred road in the highbrow area of Ikoyi, Lagos. The street, Johnsons’ avenue was in a close, with well spaced trees set on either side of the paved street, creating a cosy, welcoming feel. I glanced at the lovely houses, mostly very exotic looking duplexes on either side of the street with their solid looking gates and high tech security gadgets -  one in particular  had a device mounted on it that swept its lights in an audacious sweep whenever a car zoomed by; I suspected that  a siren would blare somewhere inside the...
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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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#FictionFriday: I Was Accused Of Killing My Mother – Makanjuola Olanike

I wasn’t asleep when Dele rapped on the iron bars, I’d been awake since 5am, kneeling and praying accompanied by the voice of the imam from the mosque outside. I turned and smiled at the younger man, my cellmates were asleep, I was the only one in this cell to have found God in prison, “Ekaro sir” Dele said in Yoruba, “Morning my son” I responded, from the first day he had got this job as a prison guard I have lost count the number of times, my advice had helped him. “the warden says you will be released today” Dele’s handsome face broke into a smile, I wanted to smile too, if only to give...
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#OMOJUWAFICTION: CORKSCREW-DAMI AJAYI (@DAMIAJAI)

There is a bottle of red wine, two glass flutes and no corkscrew in sight on the table between us. I watch your countenance change from grim concentration to befuddled puzzlement. This is not a trick; there are no aces up either of my sleeves, there is just the bottle of red wine that we needed to snuff out propriety and no corkscrew in sight. This is not a compromising situation, I have been here before, time and again; I love the helplessness that stems from the mechanical disadvantage of  needing a drink real bad and having some useless cork between you and your desire. I shrug and...
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#OMOJUWAFICTION: WHAT THE WEATHER MAN SAID. BY @KIAHS_

  Ani! Aniekan!" "Maaa! Why you yelling my name? I am not deaf, am I?" The woman's eyes smolders and I can tell she wants to belt out a retort, a scolding, but she knows better. Scoldings, remonstrations, have only served to widen the gulf between us. I can feel her heart aching as she watches me make my slovenly way towards her. I know what she is thinking. She is thinking about the girl that spent hours practicing graceful ballerina steps; the graceful girl that had once been the star of every ballet and dance program her high school had put on. Surely there was no way that girl...
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#OmojuwaFiction: Mr. Anansi by Kiah (@Kiahs_)

    For Tahakeino … Mr Anansi came over the other day. It was a very strange visit. The doorbell rang and I hurried to answer it with change, hoping it was the Popeyes' delivery boy with half of my dinner. It turned out to be just Mr Anansi. I opened the door and we stared at each other for a while before I ventured to speak. "Hello Anansi. Everything okay?" "Hello Ike. Yes, yes, everything is okay." He stuttered, all the while avoiding my eyes and paying close attention to the worn out carpet the landlord had insisted was brand new when I first moved in. We stayed like that for a...
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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.  They will not be obstructing traffic. This Saturday is the last Saturday of the month. In Lagos state, every last Saturday of the month is used for cleaning up the environments. It is called Environmental Sanitation day and it is an offence to move out of one’s locality from 7AM until 10AM while the clean-up lasts. Young lads often use this opportunity to play monkey posts football- four aside; bare feet; eight referees and as many assistant referees as the...
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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 …

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THE DEVELOPMENT OF EGBON

THE DEVELOPMENT OF EGBON. I stand in the blazing sun. I stand in the blazing sun at the junction that was our meeting point in those days of innocence. It still feels the same. It still smells the same- adventurous. My mind takes in the surroundings within seconds and registers some changes in the buildings that are a stone throw from where I stand. Development usually comes with the erasure of some structures that represent memories of childhood.  I notice the absence of the wooden shacks that were the trademark of the popular T- junction and the presence of their replacements- blocks of shops that now...
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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 …

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500 words #EndtheStory , win a BlackBerry Playbook, be a champion!

Win a BlackBerry Playbook in the first SeunWrites End the Story Competition Short story writer, editor and author of The Son of your Father's concubine, 'Seun Salami, is proud to announce his first writing competition - End the Story. The competition which is proudly supported by Bookvine, publishers of 'Seun's book, is basically aimed at challenging the creativity of young Writers of African origin in order to improve their art. Participants are expected to provide a conclusion (of not more than 500 words) to one of Seun's most popular stories first published on YNaija.com, titled, The Sex life of...
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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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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 Grand Cherokee jeep into the road that led to my street at GRA,  Apapa. I felt Ray’s pain as he tried to relive his childhood memories in just a song. Can anyone do that? Can anyone put all the pains, joys, passions and experiences of a whole phase in one’s lifetime into one song? But Ray did it. And he managed to let others feel it too. I felt it. Deep down in my soul, I felt it. And I felt like Ray too. I imagined him growing up in that Georgia slum with his younger brother and...
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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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GAME CODE: #OPERATION BLIND EYE

GAME CODE: #OPERATION BLIND EYE by Eniolamide Ogunyemi Rolex stared mouth wide as the man took his seat. Angrily, he watched him lean towards the other two men to whisper something to them. Seeking their approval? No! It wasn't that. This was a Game. The wolves were in the mood to play and they were enjoying it.  The Trio laughed out mirthlessly. This is no laughing matter! 25 men were to be murdered ruthlessly and it's funny to them! Rolex's anger only kept mounting. The men either oblivious of this or were plainly ignoring it, kept laughing at their discreet jokes. In the midst of these cacophony was...
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TANGO OF TWO

  He walks by and sees her sitting quietly at the entrance to a house. He stares and wonders why he cannot seem to stop staring, He walks on and wonders if he will ever see her again. She barely raises her head to acknowledge him. There is music in the air …………………… Now at a friend’s party he is all jived up and wants to have fun, And right at the bar with friends, there she is merry making! He sees her laugh and he is mesmerized, He must meet her this time, he tells himself. He walks straight to her and says ‘hi’ She guilelessly looks at him, smiles and says hello. And...
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CHRONICLES OF THE CLUELESS KING Chapter 1

In the first year of the jubilee of Naijaria in the year the great King Barak killed Osaman the Alquaedite, there rose a King from the West of Africa in Naijaria. At the beginning of his reign an Angel appeared to me and I was caught up in this vision. This book is the book of the records as the angel showed me through the land of Naijaria. I saw the Clueless King in all his glory as the people shouted in celebration of his rise to power. In matters of leadership the Clueless one was a failure and would at best be a ball boy in another world but this was a dream not a sane world. My dreams looked like I...
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OMOJUWA MEETS JONA THAN AND IT WAS DAMN! (A Presidential Interview)

Omojuwa: Once again congratulations on your anointing as president of the republic... Jona: (cuts in) and commander in chief of the armed forces... Omojuwa: (cuts in) armed robbers... Jona: What?! Omojuwa: nothing Mr. President, that's part of what we will be discussing. Jona: Let's be positive please. Omojuwa: Yes please. Talking about positive sir...congratulations now you have more shoes than you'd ever need. Jona: Awww. Thank you. That's the spirit. Omojuwa: Sir, what are your concrete plans for Nigeria? Jona: I already ordered Dangote and the rest of the cement people to...
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BATTLE OF IMMORTALS (CHAPTER V) writteb by Halima Shadiyya

Saphron’s realm was hidden in the largest of the earth’s volcanoes situated in the deepest part of the ocean. His domain was created from rocks heated to a crystalline state and then cooled, his throne was created from metals from the earth’s core wielded and adorned with bolts of bronze. On either side of his throne were two channels that served as passages for molten lava to travel in and out of the hall serving as both sources of light and insulation. He was rarely around to admire the ingenuity of his castle but on this occasion, he sat on his throne awaiting the presence of Perna. He had...
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Gbangaun Unlimited written by Josh Eagles

I was reading my articles and i stumbled on this. A few folks saw it then but I'd love to share it especially as I already created a story out of it. The story is yet to be published. I hope to do so later this month. Have fun peeps. Dear Sir or Madman, I am attacking my resume for you to refuse. following is a grief overview of my skills. i have a keen eye for derail. i am educate and very inlighting. i have travelled far and wife spending two usefool years in Alaska,a Russian state near America. I'll love to pitch my tent with your rivals so we can be the nations most notorious brand. i will indeed...
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