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Writing undoubtedly has become an essential part of storytelling. What we learn by observing the digital space in the twenty-first century is this: you need to know how to write. Politicians, event managers, athletes, grocery store owners, all of these people need content.
Here’s a compilation of training resources from our second installation of the Itanile writing workshop with Resoketswe Manenzhe @avatar_reso, and Kolawale Samuel Adebayo @officialpstkay (IG) & @samofthevoice (Twitter).
The poems traverse through dirges and nostalgia to arrive at a convention where love is a fleeting thing. The prose – the entire issue, even – beckon the reader to partake of whims, dreams, and dares.
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The writers in this issue have taken the decision to shape the dialogue of the day by continuing to write. In doing so, these writers have opened new doors to all sorts of conversations about everyday living. They have also given us stories that make us gasp delightedly, cry and laugh. Such was my experience reading them. Through the stories, I was reminded of our shared humanity. I was also prompted to remember our complexities as humans. In the end, I found myself gaining fresh perspectives.
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Life breaks people, so much that quite a number of them, live, thinking death is its only break! DIARY of a BROKEN POET is a juicy attempt at recycling the same brokenness which leaves so many perching on the point of breaking like a bird with wrecked wings, only...
Press Release: Book Launch of “Quills from Africa 30: Long Walk to Home” and the Freedom Magazine Second Edition. They told us that Nigerians are the worst of Africa, so we told them our own stories. Hatfield, Pretoria, 30th of November 2017 Today it’s Libya, it was...
I've found myself a new home, where I can breathe in oxygen and breath out carbon dioxide with no stress in my nostrils nor pharynx. a home where I can now take naps and have my worries bleached away into the atmosphere of rhymes. Now I have a home, where I easily...
It’s not like God does not have a home so why he still watches people had always been a mystery to me. I had listened to all the sermons about “the ever watchful eyes of God,” I used to laugh about it even though I secretly wanted to see how that would work out....
"I wanted the story to be true" said Achebe about Things Fall Apart, "How would you describe fiction as true?" the interviewer asked him. It's our belief as fiction writers that there is a way fiction is told, that the writers are not just trying to make up stories...
We are in Agadez, Niger Republic. We are traipsing towards a run-down structure. The smell of dust, tobacco, and urine is everywhere. I am flanked by nine other girls going to Europe, from Nigeria, and we do not know each other. Though we are not acquainted, but we...
This book launch and event mark a major milestone in the growth of the cfwriterz community. On the 3oth of Novemeber 2017 we will launch the "Quills from Africa 30" an anthology by cfwriterz which is published by AWB Publishers. Also on that day, we will release the...
When Nosa opened his eyes, he saw the flash of cameras, which followed him everywhere he went. A smile spread on his face, and he was transformed into the handsome celebrity that he was. He swept a hand over his head, and would have posed for the cameras, but...
The day that everything went to hell, started like every other day, except that it was Nosa’s thirty second birthday. The birthday party which was attended by the crème de la crème of the society, held in one of the chandelier lit halls, at the Eko Hotel, Lagos. That...
These four whose destinies met at that one junction, at that one moment; none of them knew they were going to be at that spot at the same time with the other ones. It was a beautiful day, anybody would want to be outside but it ended in tragedy, leaving a frozen smile...
