Angel Opoku says the free jobs “didn’t bring in much” and this is why
As the youngest person on the team, I did a lot of work, from designing church fliers to fixing microphones and some sound engineering. I genuinely enjoyed it all.
Faith Moyosore Agboola built the African Writers Platform / Network for Africans
I was passionate about helping young authors because I felt they were neglected.
Sour Oranges
My father’s second wife stopped treating me with so much hatred. Few years after my mother died she stopped the mistreatment and even said I could…
Forgotten (Episode 4)
I got into mama’s room to find Hannah mopping mama’s face again. She had tears in her eyes, and mama, she lay too still. I stepped…
The Blackness of Eru
Have you read The Blackness of Eru yet?
Ngunan Ioron Aloho is a social activist, an educator, an entrepreneur, a writer, a YALI Fellow, and so much more. Ngunan has fought and sacrificed a lot as a social activist, defending and helping child marriage victims. In the Blackness of Eru, Ngunan will take you on a sad but short journey to witness the life of a young girl who suffers the pain and burdens of early child birth in which she is not prepared for.
We, at Blankpaperz are very proud of Ngunan for using words to tell stories that matter the most.
Just Do It
For some reason I believe that Nigeria can be better than our dreams. Maybe I’m young and naïve or I’m just idealistic but I believe we can get things right in this country not by trading blames or philosophizing but by taking action.
I’m Nwokoma Chimgozirim and I hope to make you resist the status quo one article at a time.
Suicide Can’t be an Option
Suicide can’t be an option. Suicide is far from the escape lane to the blissful plane. Let’s encourage people. Let’s motivate our society to re-innovate the ways of solving our problems. Our problems must not mull us into the mud.
Diary of a Lagos Dreamer (Part two)
Diary of a Lagos dreamer is written by Ruth Felix, a young amazing and talented writer in Lagos, Nigeria. The story is told of a sad and frustrated young lady in Lagos who finds herself in a job for 15 years, working tirelessly and in futility.
This is the same lifestyle of many Lagosians and Ruth brings us to this light.
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Forgotten (Episode 1)
Yesterday, Mama came back from her shop a little early than usual, she had that pale look in her eyes, I could recall noticing how slow she was, preparing my sisters for school that morning. She didn’t answer our greetings or asked if we had gone to the chapel like she used to, she just walked unsteadily passed my kid sister who was playing on the mat and before she could open her bedroom door, she passed out…
I am Aj Oti (Joseph Oti). I’m a Writer from Cross River State Nigeria. A final year student of University of Calabar, microbiology department.
SOW WHAT YOU WANT TO GROW
I am sure this is the first time you read a writing of me. Well, let me welcome you anyway. In the next few minutes, several letters and a couple of paragraphs; we are going to talk about a real story. If I say real, yes, I mean it is something I have experienced. You will not only enjoy reading me, I will share a lesson I learnt with you.
GELÊS ARE EVIL
It was on that day, June 20, at about 9 am that I knew that there was something called the “destiny-changing” slap. Now don’t ask me what I did as if it is not what I am about to tell you.
I Need Feminism
I need feminism because I’m tired of hearing pastors and bishops telling women that they are irresponsible for been single at 35 years old
I need feminism because I hate it when my president thinks a woman’s place lies in the kitchen.
I need feminism because my worth and esteem as a human is not and can never be tied to my MASCULINITY
I need feminism because I hate it when the male gender makes choices for the female gender
I need feminism because emotion doesn’t ask or care about your gender
I need feminism because I don’t want to find an excuse to justify rape
Why do you need feminism?
The Day You Will Laugh
I know you knew all of this, that it was a mirage, a scam in the biggest definition yet you sat down that Tuesday evening to send the text that read, “yes, I will be your girlfriend” … but I get it.