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Story of the Storyteller is a collection of stories set in modern day Nigeria. It is a book that talks about the essence of LIFE, the pursuit of Happiness, the agony of Failure and the joy of Success. It is a collection of thoughts that the average African is not allowed to think or talk about.
Over the years, depression in the lives of young adults and adults has drastically increased. Suicide has grown popular, religion has taken over the polity, and culture judges morals. These earth-shattering issues are seldom talked about.
Hidden in Plain Ment is a beautiful collection of long, extended and very hilarious African plays, created to catapult minds to realms unknown, whilst entertaining and revealing a few truths about life.
“I'll show you where he is. Follow me please,” the nurse said as she walked down the hallway with me following by her side. She looked at me and gave me a small smile, and I answered with a half smile of my own. It was pretty obvious in her eyes, even if she was...
By Willing Davidson on the New Yorker In “Apollo,” your story in this week’s magazine, a young man named Okenwa visits his retired parents, who tell him about the fate of a houseboy named Raphael, whom the family employed when Okenwa was young. Okenwa’s parents have...
Kenny and Kate used to be the best pals at work. They were employed together at GTBank, and they both worked hard to become successful. While Kenny planned on becoming an entrepreneur, Kate saved as much as she can, every month, towards a single project: to travel...
One pirate walked towards me. He stopped a little distance from where I stood. Figuring he was their leader, I sized him up quickly. He had a sword at his side, a dagger in his hand. His clothes looked like a mad man's, the black hat on his head covered the top of the...
It had been a dream. Thank God. I looked around me, it was still dark and the uncompleted building where I slept creaked noisily as the rain beat on it from every side. I was used to the darkness. Hell, I even loved it. But something was not right tonight. I tried not...
The Uyo breeze sashays into my nostrils, minty, and earthy. Beyonce Knowles Rise up blares from my black ear piece. Her soprano is like piano keys. Soft, crying, and moaning. I am typing my keyboard like a master pianist. Typing the keys with the music tunes. Softly....
there are memories that brings us home. I hold you in my heart like veins holding blood. along the sands of Agadez it is the thought of you That runs through my heart keeps it alive and fuels every beat. the wind of Agadez brings your wet scent to me. a smile etches...
It's been part of the cfwriterz goals to bring learning and networking opportunities to writers in the cfwriterz group. We recently got connected to Monica Kunzekweguta; the CEO of Authors without boundaries. She has inspired a lot of people with her work and what...
They say it is raining, but my mother would say the sky is crying. Once, when I was very little, my mother told me about the origin of rains. She said in the beginning Chukwu created the rivers, the seas, the earth, and the trees. And when He saw that the earth needed...
Walking without company is always the most boring thing ever. Climbing with company is the most riskiest venture ever, because every man is his own support. You don’t have to put your lifeline on someone’s. I am flighty and dreamy. I see one thing and it fascinates...
