“For He Could Not Die” A Short Story by Michael Inioluwa Oladele

“For He Could Not Die” A Short Story by Michael Inioluwa Oladele She never thought the day would come when she would get over him, when she would be able to look in the mirror and not see his dull…

“Hello Saturday! It’s Another Wedding Party” by Tosan Tarre

“Hello Saturday! It’s Another Wedding Party” by Tosan Tarre Every Nigerian loves wedding ceremonies, no, that’s not right, every Nigerian loves wedding receptions and I am not afraid to generalize. You see, no one really likes to sit through three…

For Boys Like Me Who Have No Father by John Chizoba Vincent

For Boys Like Me Who Have No Father by John Chizoba Vincent Dear Boys: “I know how much it hurts and how much it feels to live in this world without a father but in the merciful hand of a…

“The Houseboy” A Short Story by Tosan Tarre

The Houseboy by Tosan Tarre Kerete sat on the low wooden stool, chopping vegetables on a tray that he balanced on his laps. The knife went chop-chop; he had to be fast or when his madam came into the kitchen,…

To Love Her Forever . . . Or Not – A Short Story by Darlington Chibuzor

To Love Her Forever . . . Or Not – A Short Story by Darlington Chibuzor “You are the sugar in my tea, the skeleton in my cupboard, the orange in my orange juice. You are my tomato Jos. You…

To Pieces – A Short Story by Samuel Olayiwola

To Pieces – A Short Story by Samuel Olayiwola   Some years back, I was taken to a certain church for deliverance; I really can’t remember the name of the church anymore. My boyfriend accompanied me to the church while…

May 31 (Day 5) by Stephanie Egberike

BLADE,BLOOD AND FIRE ******* Luke is on his bed , two girls are lying naked on either side of him. Their cloths were littered on the ground, shoes and bags, his cloths spreads lazily on the chair. There was a…

May 31 (Story 4) By Stephanie Egberike

Burn     Proverbs 6: 27 “Can a man scoop fire into his lap without his cloths being burned?” was the last thing I heard the priest preach, he was standing on the pulpit, sweating and speaking to the congregation…

May 31 (Part 3) By stephanie Egberike

Numb   *******   “No one is getting out of here alive, we might as well just get used to it, dying I mean ” was the last thing I heard her say, before her chuckle, then a sneer “I…

May 31 ( Part 2 ) Continues

The Killer   Caleb leaves, No one sees sees him. He goes home to have a good nap.. he knows by morning he would get a call about a murder down town in the morning. And he would come..yes he…