Creative writing
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Chants of Failure (a poem)
In the darkness was where she sat. She had nothing to do but stare. Like a music player on loop, The voices would not stop, "Failure!" they mocked her. Her phone was turned off, She knew her exams started 3days ago. Food, her stomach had not seen,
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Unkind ( Short story)
It was 1 am. Either way looked at it, it was too early or too late to be up. That didn't matter to Chika. She was frozen on the bed. She did not know how long she had sat there but she knew the pain gathering in her heart was unbearable, the thoughts churning in her head like pricks of needles. She beat her hand over her chest as if to massage the pain out. "Lord, pleasssee". Her hands were quivering, her shoulders shaking as she tried to keep her voice from rising enough to wake her roommates. "Lord, please", she gripped her hands together. "What have you done?"
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Baby Magic (a poem)
Her announcement brought jubilation, None it left without elation. To you, I must mention, Our inability to control our body's gyrations, The consequence of the revelation. Forgive us our over-celebrations. Very early we started preparations.
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I Saw You (a poem)
I listened at your door, You were talking on the phone. You did not hear me but I heard you. I heard you tell that person that
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The Untouchables: Death’s Masters (Short story)
A slight tremor accompanied his question. " I said who are you?!". Matter of factly, the intruder stated, "You know me". He was now studying another painting, nodding regularly, as he internalized whatever revelation he was getting. With this oath of sincerity in place, it wasn't long when he had summarized the entirety of his life on two firm truths. One, he knew death. Two, he feared death. How could he not? He had witnessed its supreme power. He was a firm believer- in death.
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From A Professional Writer to Another.
He sat in the darkness. In the still of the night. He stared ahead into nothing. His insides was a direct opposite of the stillness. Yemi watched the credits of The Train rolling. He was not smiling instead his heart beat had refused to calm. He was feeling like someone was sucking all the air from his room. The movie he had just seen was a documentary film about the years of an Evangelist Christian film maker. Needless to say, life had not been easy for him. Could a singlet choke a human? He idly wondered as he felt hot allover.
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Rain Wey Graduate From Julliard
Rain in Bayelsa state and other riverine areas in Nigeria is legendary. I had my personal encounter with a learned one today
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I’m Not Afraid
Fear #001: The Choice I don’t want to do itI’m not sure…People don’t respond well to this sort of stuffThere’s no certaintyMy circumstances are not encouragingThere’s no one on my side I want to step out but something restrains me ”Show me the whole picture and I promise, i’ll do as you say”Only a glimpse is availableThe unknown is smoldering To just trust?That’s YOUR big plan?You’re joking right?”Try or hide?”Those are my only options?!I’ll take number 2, thank you very much! Fear #002: The Hiding place I took the second option…I’ve found the perfect placeI’ve built the perfect walls Here, I don’t need to struggleHere, failure doesn’t existHere, I don’t need…
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I Mourn The Lagos That Raised Me
I remember a Lagos of long ago. The streets were not so crowded and people frowned less. The adults talked more because they knew almost everyone on their street and it was okay to smile at strangers. I remember my street, and the open doors. Then, the word ”family friend” meant much more than it does today. Children of different household played together on the streets without suspicions. There was never a lack of games to play but of time and strength. We raced with tires through the streets; we played mummy and daddy, tinko-tinko, Boju-boju, Police and thief, the kanta game, the rubber games and a thousand others. Many…
