The Udala Tree In Our Backyard by Mirabelle Morah
Sometimes I like to watch the leaves fall from our Udala tree behind the house. Nne is so over protective of our Udala tree, she’s always…
I Wish I Knew by Mirabelle Morah
I enjoy making everyone in my stories suffer, but for this girl, I sincerely cried when I was writing this. This is one story which broke my heart and broke the water from my tear glands. I cannot begin to imagine what real life people in her shoes go through. I was so worried about her, and I still am.
Please if you find another like her, encourage her, love her, hold her and tell her that she will be okay and she has got to be strong.
Violence affects a growing child’s psyche. Let’s stop violence.
WEDNESDAY SERIES | THE SUICIDE NOTE 6 BY EDIKAN AKPANTE
“When you go there alone, he will give you more, these days he thinks I’m playing him ojoro.” My mother said. I didn’t fill the visitors’…
A Short Story by Ukeme Inyang
It was a cold Sunday Evening, about 5 minutes after the heavy rain that had just hit the surface of the Earth had just gone back…
My Sin By Ekene Ngoka
Chioma’s basket of cassava was at the foot of the river, set away from the reach of water. She turned right and left to pick a…
WEDNESDAY SERIES | THE SUICIDE NOTE 5 BY EDIKAN AKPANTE
Soon my uniform was sewn and I eventually went to school with my neighbors. I attended for more than one month yet I didn’t have any…
The Right Time By Innocent Philip | Chapter Two
CHAPTER TWO JOY The red lettered day came and all the fair maidens from all classes trooped down to the Major’s palace. It was that hour…
BROTHER SLY BY EKENE NGOKA
Church was simply the excuse Obi used to get close to Ada. “Sister” was the name his boldness could let him call her, he always said…
The Right Time By Innocent Philip | Chapter One
CHAPTER ONE TEARS Mr. Kelvin’s hut was situated twenty-four miles from the District of James Town, just before the Katagum Forest. Mr. Kelvin lived with his…
The Right Time By Innocent Philip | Introduction
DEDICATION I dedicate this book to God because He is the giver of everything. Also to my aunty, Mrs. Esther Samuel and to the Sunrise Gospel…
WEDNESDAY SERIES | THE SUICIDE NOTE 4 BY EDIKAN AKPANTE
THE BEGINNING OF MY WOES Fate decided to rub salt in my wounds when my father was sacked. There had to be a retrenchment of some…
WEDNESDAY SERIES | THE SUICIDE NOTE 3 BY EDIKAN AKPANTE
It was obvious that my grandfather didn’t like me, whether it was because I was my mother’s daughter or for my being a female child, I…
Emeka by Blessing Iyeli
It’s one thing to live in a “face me I bullshit you” compound, it’s another thing to live with good/bad neighbours. Emeka is not someone to…