DARTS BY NIGHT.
Bound by horrid sorrowful chains, My heartbeat is riddled with pains, I try to seek comfort in...
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Posted by Saddam Ninhor | Feb 1, 2018 | Poetry |
Bound by horrid sorrowful chains, My heartbeat is riddled with pains, I try to seek comfort in...
Read MorePosted by Saddam Ninhor | Feb 1, 2018 | Non-Fiction, Think Piece |
They called me “Striker.” He was called “Mature.” The rule of play was;...
Read MorePosted by sonibarekayode | Feb 1, 2018 | Poetry |
Life is a mall of chances Set with ranges of choices A survival for all a sundry To carve a future...
Read MorePosted by David Grey | Feb 1, 2018 | Fiction |
When I was seven years old, I asked my mother why the jar of palm oil on her kitchen shelf was...
Read MorePosted by Jeff Omenyuru | Jan 18, 2018 | Fiction |
On a usual day, when you get to the village of Umuchu, there is a maze with a nexus connecting the...
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