Short Story

“…..This child is proof that you have been messing with that boy, and you still haven’t learnt your lesson. Ada,  if you do not stop…

He had lost his innocence on a similar night at this, eighteen years ago. The moon had been just as bright when Father John invited…

I asked mother who my biological father was and she said I was too young to know such things. “Too young?” I asked her with…

1. Love Letters and Fantasies  Banji couldn’t sleep. It was the buzzing of insects around the bulb that drove sleep away — or so he…

It had been three years since I left the University, I kept asking myself the question where is Adamu ? You might want to ask…

5: 30am. I’m running towards our room. Today wears a new color. Just the color of memories. It is blue and this type reflects my…

AT THE EDGE OF THE CLIFF  She stood by the river bank, her tears dripping down in tiny droplets, today marked the fourth anniversary and…

Scarlet Blood by Mahmud Sufiyan The killer with many crimes would killed intentionally. He was stained with much blood; many innocent souls had been taken away….

Cheta turned on the lights as she walked into her room on a fine Friday evening. She quickly deposited her affairs in their appropriate places…

Voices I. Bode lay in his room and stared at the bed lamp. His hit single Bedraggled, was playing on the stereo: a dance-hall song…