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"Jeffozy! Kedu ncha bu omo?" "Ma guy nothing mega o. You don read finish?" "Bros hunger don sammar me scatter. Anything for ya guy nah?" "Eh, relax small, food de fire, make I go check am." "Ah, hope say no be spaghetti again today o?" "Mbanu, today na correct afang...
This past week, we had quite an interesting discussion in the cfwriterz admin house. A number of team members had written short stories containing real persons from all over the world. Some felt this could be a good strategy to get the audience engaged, others thought...
In the cfwriterz admin group, we just completed Alain Mabanckou's Broken Glass. You can get it on Amazon. It's really a strange writing style but I enjoyed it. He gets away with a lot of things, he is a reckless writer and there is so much to discuss, especially his...
I have hardly known this division. The pain of being black until I crossed into South Africa. Now Julius Malema in his voice, laden with ice-cold pain, wrapped in cynicism and delivered in uncultured disregard, serves the pain of Winnie Mandela' s death to the world....
Cfwiterz is pleased to announce a new special issue for June 2018 focusing on the theme “Burn.” We do not particularly restrict content or style, we only ask that you bring on the best of your craft. Our writing platform focuses on Africa and Nigerians, we welcome...
We should be dancing under the glow of the yellow bulb. My thick afro hair glistening in the bright light. A gramophone on the big brown cupboard in front of the table. A radio on the ottoman, its antenna stuck out like antlers. I should be dressed in a polka dot red...
Chief Oluyemi was a very wealthy man with two sons. He was well known all over Igada because of his kind gestures towards everyone and his good services to the people who came to him for assistance. He was very kind to the extent of knowing when one was in need. The...
Susurration And here, at the crossroads, hesitation lingers like the pounding voices of migraine. My head ― a anvil of hooves, stammers in scattered dialects like this melancholic mumbling of water-bodies. On my spine is a hulk ― a sulking sketch of paranoia with...
My skin, coloured as shades of earth, Considered of no worth than dirt; They called me nigger, And made me a gold-digger. They made sweet bitter, And filled pools with my tears. The world looked on; Apparently, no cared. My hands became acquainted With miry depths of...
I don't understand men who respect their mothers like nobody's business but disrespect their wives just as much. If you've seen a woman struggle through pregnancy, you would understand that it takes a lot of devotion to choose such a predicament for anybody. I have...
