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A wealthy couple crazy in love seems to be leading the perfect life, but nothing is ever perfect, nothing.
The woman beside her was chubby and rounded and the wrappa around her waist was hostile to the brown blouse she wore. Her head-tie was faded beige and had fallen off to the ground. Her head was shaking vehemently in rebuke and her body in total rebuff of surrender. The woman kept on bustling in roars; Obara Jesus! Obara Jesus! with her hands striding in very ridiculous rhythm.
It is difficult to understand why humanity is so divided despite boasting the same characteristics. Writing on the subject of "races", one is confronted with the challenge of methodology—whether to approach it from a religious perspective or scientific. The former...
The cfwriterz platform is honoured to present awardees for the month of January. As a way to recognize literary prowess, we have a monthly award section that applauds creativity, style, elegance and diversity. We have awards in the Fiction, Nonfiction and Poetry...
Bound by horrid sorrowful chains, My heartbeat is riddled with pains, I try to seek comfort in memories, They wander instead in nomadic melodies, And as such time, my soul wants bliss, All I hear within and without is, Whispers, such quietness, Hush puffs of words,...
They called me "Striker." He was called "Mature." The rule of play was; should the ball go over the fence, whoever it touched last, would go after it. This was the way football had been played in the lodge before I came in, everybody kept to it. Mature, was a gang...
Life is a mall of chances Set with ranges of choices A survival for all a sundry To carve a future that starry All exist with the crave for love and money For an abode flowing with milk and honey A world of uncertainties we live in Nothing is certain we bleed...
When I was seven years old, I asked my mother why the jar of palm oil on her kitchen shelf was never full. She said, "Pray for God's blessings child". So I prayed and prayed to God for Him to open the floodgates of His kingdom so my mother's jar of palm oil would be...
On a usual day, when you get to the village of Umuchu, there is a maze with a nexus connecting the dirt roads and here, it is easy to lose your way. The path in proximity to where there is a cluster of market women of all grades— prating, haggling, buying and selling—...
There was a time in history when blacks were exhibited in zoos like wild animals. Man! That was a dark part of our history. Even though things are not as extreme as they once were, you'd be the most ignorant being in existence if you are made to believe that the era...
Ifeoma was in high spirits. She was incapable of hiding her excitement. One look at her you would think her a teenager going on her first ever date. But then, you wouldn't blame her. Today was going to be a first for her as well. After all the procastinations and...
I woke up with a start; I had a bad feeling, something had gone terribly wrong. I could hear the chirping of crickets and the hammering of rain as it hit the ground where I lay. I was in a bush, I tried to stand but my strength failed me. I finally managed to get up,...
