Back Like Barça

Good day wherever you are reading this right now. I must say it’s really been a while, but then, it was a deliberate break needed, and even though, the break seemed long enough, it still wasn’t good enough. As much as I never felt I should do this, I still feel I should do irrespective … More Back Like Barça

The Anonymous Cherif

Basically, I don’t really have much to say. I just thought I could share a great writer’s post on here. I’ve known him for a while now, and in fact, we were classmates for a while too. I know he’s one of the few classmates I’m proudly proud of;  just a few of them. There’s … More The Anonymous Cherif

Emotional Decorum

Too many things are happening around her that she’s failing to take note of. Everyone except her can see that a whole lot is wrong with her. Jane had just suffered a heartbreak. She has experienced a few heartbreaks in the past, one which was her losing her dad she loved so much, but this … More Emotional Decorum

Suspended Story

I got a story,    It makes man go so weary, “Am sorry” that makes man worry,     Even when the sky fly Air Navy. I got a story,    It makes the ocean shed tears, “You are half-man” which kills…     a man’s dignity and respected stars. I got a story,   … More Suspended Story

Love Me Tender

I’m fragile, Delicate and gentle, And like a glass bird, You cannot fix me once I get broken. But I’m trusting you to be kind, So please, handle me with care, Love me tender, Love me mild! I’m but myself, Different, unique and special. My heart is like a puzzle, The perfect piece is hard … More Love Me Tender

Justina

This wonderful piece was written by Edidiong Andy with the pen name, Eddie Schwaggs. You can find him on Instagram @i_am_schwaggs, on Twitter @eddieschwaggs, and you can also reach him via email at andyemmanuel18@gmail.com … More Justina

A New Sunday

Bitterly she weeps at night,   tears are on her cheeks.  Among all her lovers    there is no one to comfort her.  All her friends have betrayed her;   they have become her enemies. And now is a new her;   her precious name called Sunday. Behold, everyone observe her…   thus they say- “happy … More A New Sunday

Last Saturday

You remember how my stories always ended happily? It was because I feared throwing my characters apart, breaking their hearts into shreds of glasses lest mine be broken too, but you complained and said that life itself always didn’t have happy endings. Was it about me, Chikel?

          You said she didn’t matter, Chikel. You said it was me. What I never knew was that it was your only way of getting deep inside of me; the parts of myself I locked away from the whole world. And now it’s terrifying that I trusted you enough to let you see through my nakedness; my stretch and birthmarks and you took it all in. You left almost nothing to me, Chikel.

          I remember how you said she was just a friend even after the countless nights she spent in your house, the pictures of her on your timeline and the everyday likes and comments on her posts and pictures on Facebook. You said they didn’t matter and I agreed. After all, I liked and commented on almost all of Jidenna’s posts on Facebook and you never complained.

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Recovering

Being in love with you felt like she was stabbed right in my chest. The pain was too painful. Tears rolled down her cheeks as he walked out through the door with his bag on his back. It seemed like a movie, a horror one. She hoped he’d just turn back but he was gone … More Recovering