[POEM] Global Best Practice By Uzezi Ologe

[POEM] Global Best Practice by Uzezi Ologe

Come! Come and vote Democracy is the new way Be not deformed but take note Representation has come to stay   Come! Come out and play Your civic role. For to pray Has its place but you must today Suffer the ballot to have your way   Come! Come out and press Your fingers against this crest Heed not the lure of the rest They offer naught but stress And stay till every vote cast Is counted to the very…

Pius Adesanmi: Nigerian Literature, Social Media And Security

Pius Adesanmi: Nigerian Literature, Social Media and Security

Keynote lecture delivered at the National Convention of the Association of Nigerian Authors, Uyo, Akwa Ibom State, November 9, 2012.   Protocols! When I first received the theme of this conference in a somber email from the soon-to-be-Dean, Faculty of Arts, University of Ibadan, I wondered what writerly demons took possession of my great friend, Professor Remi Raji, Richard Ali, Denja Abdulahi, D.M. Dzukogi, and other members of the National Executive of the Association of Nigerian Authors, and made them settle…

[SHORT STORY] This Thing Called Love By Olukorede S. Yishau

[SHORT STORY] This Thing Called Love by Olukorede S. Yishau

I resumed at Wells Petroleum Development Company's Warri office two months after I returned to Nigeria. The ambiance was good. The office environment was great. The residential area was out of this world. And my colleagues were great. A car was practically waiting for me before I inked the pen on the acceptance letter. All these had absolutely nothing to do with my father, who by then had unfortunately vanished. The circumstances of his disappearance, I assumed then, would haunt…

[Short Story] The Sales Assistant By Rex Dogood

[Short Story] The Sales Assistant By Rex Dogood

"I gave you a thousand naira, and my balance should be six hundred and fifty naira," blared Francis in an angry voice. "Sir, please calm down; it hasn't gotten to that yet," replied the lady behind the counter. "Don't just patronise me. You want me to calm my voice when I'm being defrauded? Is that how you do things here? I want to see your superior." "My brother you should," came a voice from another customer behind him. “I've had…

POEM: Losing Self By Wilfred Deigh

POEM: Losing Self by Wilfred Deigh

You are twice as lucky as the number seven when you're twenty-seven, I once read. But youth is war, and adulthood is freedom in a prison yard. The spoils of war are never equal to the blow of loss when you hit the wall. Sometimes I do wonder if I'm ever going to make it back home. 'cause I've come so far that I feel so lost and alone. And if life is a journey, I think I need my…

POEM: Imagine You Know Me By Wilfred Deigh

POEM: Imagine you know me by Wilfred Deigh

Life is a big bowl of soup and I'm a fork, scooping... but nothing stays mine.   Hope is a folklore I've never believed to be true. and love is a spice I can't seem to scoop.   Sadly, both are lies.   Tie me to the clouds and paint me blue, but the rain will still wash me grey.   I am a bleached rainbow dull, grey and greasy white forgotten by the sky.   Imagine you know me…

FICTION: Top 10 Entries For The JB Afenfia Flash Fiction Contest 2018

FICTION: Top 10 Entries for the JB Afenfia Flash Fiction Contest 2018

Late last year, I announced a call for entries into the JB Afenfia Flash Fiction Contest. And as expected, entries came from everywhere. The stories were so good that it was tough for the judges to pick top 10. However, of the lot, these ten made it and were formally announced on the first day of 2019. (Check the call for entries here.)

Read and please let me know which is your personal favourite.

Open Letter From Tunde Ednut’s Phone

Open Letter from Tunde Ednut’s Phone

Hello, if you are reading this, let me start by introducing myself. I am Tunde Ednut’s phone, and I am only a couple months old. I won’t tell you what make or colour I am; I’ll leave all that to your imagination. Let me just say that my guardian, Mr. Tee, yes, that’s what I call him, has been exceedingly kind and generous towards me since I became his property. Why do I say Mr. Tee takes good care of me?…

[Poetry Contest] Write For Love 2019

[Poetry Contest] Write for Love 2019

Love would soon rent the air. And what better way to express it than to pen it in lines of beautiful poetry original to you – and get handsomely rewarded for it! Write a poem about what love is, can be and may have been to you. Make sure you are super-creative. Rules & Conditions Entry must be an original, unpublished poem in English. Entry must not exceed 40 lines. Follow @MichaelAfenfia on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. Submit your entry…

Lydia, DNA And Death By Olukorede S. Yishau

Lydia, DNA and Death By Olukorede S. Yishau

The day after Tunmininu died, Mama Demola called Lydia to break the news to her. The two of them had been in constant touch since Demola's death. She screamed and was close to tears. The thought of anything happening to Demola jnr, her only hope, made her cringe with fear. Long after Mama Demola dropped the call, she was still troubled, not by Tunmininu's death, but by a fact she recently stumbled upon. Demola jnr had been sick and she…