She wrote the beautiful poem for me. She wouldn’t accept the fact that she’s a writer, yet to be found in herself. She won’t allow me mentor her into writing more things too, but I know she’ll soon feel the need to write more and more. She can be reached on WhatsApp @ +234(0)708 919 0940.
What if I’m lame?
What would you call my name?
Would you still treat me the same?
Even with all the shame … More What If I’m Lame?
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
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
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
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
What if for disguise I wear a mask And seek refuge in a cask What if in my kilter I decide to bask And prove that I am up to the task Would they their question still ask? Their favourite is “where are you?” They never would say with a coo just to be sure … More Where Are You?
Oh souls enduring pains of the dead, your heart suffers injury and pain, To you all, sages write… Weep no more, for paradise shall be your console… To the messengers of tragedy and anarchy, writers write you all as enemies to charity, Prophets curse you all to hell-fire… for there; lay your eternal satire. Because … More Ozobulu Vikings to Abyss
A story we’ve all been told Of a patriarch who lived in the times of old He was described to be a friend of God The commands of God he sure did uphold A heir from his bowels was the promise He believed although logic it sure missed For a good cause his wife tried … More Latent Lesson
You think you’ve finished reading Secret Betrayal abi? You must be joking with me. Come over and continue reading jare. The final part is very out. Come check it out. … More Secret Betrayal (Final Part)