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The healer is a scriptural historical fiction novel showing two families in a seemingly hopeless situation.
What happens when the only one who could help seemed to procrastinate the healing of one for another?
‘A Rose For My Country’ is a collection of 18 beautiful poems on recent and contemporary massacres, bombings and rioting in Nigeria from 1967 till date.
The collection is a wakeup call to affected and non-affected Nigerians as they may just wake up one morning and find their skin ripped off from their body.
It’s also an eye opener on how far the rate of massacres and bombings has immensely increased in Nigeria from late 1960s till date with concrete records of places, time and dates where these happened with deep metaphors describing the scenes, and how victims were victimized.
A rose for my country is a collection of poems every Nigerian should lay hands on, so as not to be left in the dark, waiting for light, sometimes we need to fit in God’s shoes to create them.
A young boy from a family of four is faced with a difficult family dilemma just as every other member of his family is. His father had decided to add to
the family in a way that posed a threat to other members of the family; and while his mum seemed helpless, the boy alongside his brother was
determined to distort his father’s intended move. The young boy had a scary dream that morning and that only compounded his worry. He suddenly realized that the situation at hand was more complex than he could have imagined it to be.
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A city’s push towards modernization creates a problem - a backlash on the urban poor who struggle daily to eke out a living. Asmau Baba straddles rather impatiently her fourteen-month old daughter to her back as she stands guard over a large basket of unripe plantain...
The weather outside was hot and dry with the humidity sucked out of the atmosphere to the very last drop of moisture, very much like the insides of Mallam Musa’s mouth. He could not believe it had come to this. How could this people do this evil thing to him? His own...
"Remember me, I'd keep watch over you." The line kept running through my mind, with mixed feelings of sadness and reassurance. It brought thoughts of death, a death that... Saved me. I was confused, wondering where I heard the line. Add to that my recurrent dream...
Addiction He comes home breathing in a new way Mother asks why he won’t settle down and calm his breath Where did he get the fire in his lungs? He says it’s the new black The way of life in these streets The streets introduce new drugs Racy highs called...
Bob Damian a.k.a the devil roamed the streets of lowertown, Coastal city, in search of whom to devour. He found his man in Judas Akachi, a balding sweaty middle aged taxi driver standing by a DVD shop, biting his nails and occasionally scratching his backside. The...
Eric Aurthur Blair also known as George Orwell and Aldous Huxley. The worlds where science in a controlled system thrives. Reading 1984 one would realize that the world of science suffered no ill. It was as much an accomplice in the process of dehumanizing humans. A...
Source: Granta In partnership with the Commonwealth Writers Pastor Justice always vexes me small-small, but I forgive him because he be man of God. For example, yesterday I went to church again after a very long time because Mama say God is the only way out. Well, to...
Today we say a huge happy birthday to Akinwande Oluwole Babatunde Soyinka, known as Wole Soyinka. A Nigerian playwright, poet and essayist. He was awarded the 1986 Nobel Prize in Literature, the first African to be honoured in that category. In a Trivia hosted on the...
Dibia Okamma sat in his shrine communing with the gods, his eyes fixed on the cowrie shells. Few moments ago he was ejaculating to the gods, praising them for their awesomeness, all they had wrought through him. But his sudden quiet demeanor meant they were...
Just yesterday you lay by my side, Just yesterday you were mine. The feelings I could not hide, And yet we did not thrive. You took me to paradise, You opened my eyes to a wonderful world of butterflies. There I grew wings, There I touched the skies. You taught me how...
