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NYSC is full of experiences. ‘Missing’ is a work of fiction woven around the lives of ‘Corpers’ and explores friendship, independence politics & adventure.
In a fleeting moment of curiousity, a female National Youth service Corps member is abducted. In the days that follow, she and her friends uncover a mind boggling conspiracy.
Set in Benin – Nigeria, Missing is a thrilling story that keeps you riveted till the end.
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“Honest art will open the doors of more than a few hearts, and this is a fact recognised by Ada Esom. In ‘A Collection of Golden Poetry’, the Dark Fiction and Astrology enthusiast reels out eleven poems that explore the human condition from a more internal perspective. In this body of work, the author of ‘Daemoniac’ and ‘All She Wrote’ talks about life from the lens of a jaded lover, a lonely soul, a scared youngster and a long-silenced woman.
“‘Maleficent’ takes after a fantasy movie from years prior but could just as well be illustrating the image of a no-nonsense woman, ‘Sixteen Candles’ is a poem about yearning for an absent lover, ‘The Ghosts of Yesterday’ tells the story of an individual caught in the vice grip of painful past memories, while ‘Gleeful Captive’ and ‘Unabashedly Yours, Truly’ put in succinct detail what it means to fall hard in love even in the face of uncertainty.”
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p style="text-align: right">Jerry Chiemeke, winner, 2017 Ken Saro Wiwa Prize for Reviews.
Jerry stared at the lady in front of him. He looked at her as though his eyeballs were trying to absorb her image. She was as pretty as a rose with diamond petals. The atmosphere was charged with the latest hip-hop music blaring from the several loudspeakers in the...
It is 3am In the head of a poet are words seeking freedom. the hand beckons the pen for their salvation. each stroke is Moses parting the red Sea. words hitting pages like prayers hitting heaven a thousand more miracles unfurl before dawn. he learns to set words free...
...the story of a young Christian who found answers Everybody has a story. But I was born without a story and not till I clocked 18 that Reverend Thompson, my father, decided it was high time he explained how he, a white man, fathered me, a black boy. I remember that...
I just saw a post by a friend, he promised to write stories for people because he was bored and probably lonely and horny. Now sex is both a depressant and a stimulant, I think he chose a perfect moment to write. Like sex, there are a lot of odd situations that...
Have you ever thought about the important parts of your story? Stories are supposed to help you capture, engage and retain the reader's attention. There are sections of your story, I will call "hotspots" and they are: 1. The title or topic. 2. The First paragraph. 3....
UNITED STATES OF AFRICA By the River of the Niger, there we sat down We enjoyed life before we were termed, clowns We lived in harmony living in our own towns We never knew sicknesses such as the syndrome, Downs There we were when the ships came and had us raided Took...
When I got a copy of Zarfi and she wants my Jollof— two stories written by Damilola Jonathan Oladeji, I was super excited. Maybe because I have read a few stories written by the same author and each time, I wanted more from where they came from. When I...
“So, how far boy? How the test go?" Nnanna asked, a wide grin spread across his face. He placed the rizla on his right lap, and slowly put the ground weed on it. “Nna eh, ogboni wan kill person.” Dozie was hanging his shirt on the fence. He was obviously not in a...
The famous chant that depicted an impending demonstration woke me from my nap one fateful afternoon. I had stayed over on campus with one of my friends so I could enjoy the uninterrupted power supply as exams were almost upon us. I read all night and up until a few...
Chinwendu Queenette Nwangwa is a member of the CFW writing community on facebook and she is organising this writing contest. The Retell Writing Competition starts 12:01am(Nigerian time) on the 20th of May(tomorrow) and I hope people are getting ready to bring...
