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Dreams

Dreams Unveiled: A Harmony of Hope

In dreams, we soar on wings untamed Through skies of wonder, unashamed With each heartbeat, a new frontier In the realm of dreams, there’s nought to fear Take…

Valentine's Day

Spending Valentine’s Day: Singles Edition.

It’s cuffing season, and love is aggressively competing with harmattan in the air. Valentine’s Day has almost become a national holiday. From the plethora of gift packages to…

To the Guy of the Girl I Met At the Book Hub Meeting

Shalewa was a slay queen, but the Friday night we met, she wore a skirt long enough to cover her knees. Yet, she was stunning. We met at…

SUNSET

He watched the sun go down for the umpteenth time. An hour ago, it had intrepidly lit the skies. However, as the horizon swallowed it up, only a…

Aurora

Love And The Stardust It Brings

Year 2198: Starlight Voyager The Starlight Voyager emerged from hyperspace, and the private space explorer gently cruised in the void. In the darkness of space, stars lightyears away…

When Man Plays god

Like light out of darkness,So is Amoke’s child, Aduke.Yorubas say, “àti inú ìkòkò dúdú la ti ń m’èko funfun”.For èkó, yes.But how can a yellow child fall off…

What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours

What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours- A Book Review

If you have ever watched an episode of Black mirror- except San Junípero whose normalcy after the rest is only strange- you will understand what I mean when…

Bismarck

Writer’s Interview: Meet Bismarck p.k.a The Pebble In The Pond

On today’s edition of Writer’s Interview, we have none other than the honourable Faola Bismarck, Literary Section Chief, fondly known as “The Pebble in the Pond.” I am…

Christmas horror

A Christmas Horror: The Betrothal Ceremony

A Christmas Horror: The Betrothal Ceremony Emeka looked around at his extended family. He loved being around them, but that still couldn’t overcome his severe hatred for crowds…

Christmas at home

There’s Christmas at Home (a poem)

A poem about this year’s Christmas in Nigeria- There’s Christmas at home. Ashy feet walk dust-covered streets.Chapstick fills cracks in chapped lipsSnowless, foggy cold chills our bones Christmas…