All posts by Ayoola Ibrahim

TALES FROM LIBYA (AGHOGHO)


AUTHOR/WRITER: Ellawrites   The smell of burning cigarette mixed with sweat filled the air. It was a cold January morning and Leticia laid semi naked in bed. Beside her a young man wearing only boxer briefs with cigarette in his mouth, stared into the empty space quietly brooding. The man, dark and lanky, with lots of

Rock Paper and Scissors


POET: Oju Omamogho   This love is like rock paper scissors Cause every day, I will cut through your paper walls Taking strips To form paper clips With which I will Hang your heart like a practice bag for my rock fists Still you will embrace me In your dictionary Where U and I are meant

ONE CHANCE SEX IN TRAFFIC


AUTHOR/WRITER: Bamgbose Ibrahim   [Part 1] It was on a fateful Thursday evening while I was heading home from work. The weather was cloudy and quite breezy showing that the heavens would soon let out a heavy downpour. After I’ve driven for about 5mins from Asokoro junction towards AYA, I met a very horrible traffic gridlock

The Broken’s Wish


AUTHOR/WRITER: Abdulhameed Olasunkanmi Tajudeen Meet the writer here..   My heart flipped when you called my names. Sometimes you are not there and I think I am insane. I crave for the touch , it feels like work. I crave for the pain , oh my, this is a shame I think I am truely insane.

OYINBO CLERK 1


AUTHOR/WRITER: AJANI OYINDAMOLA (Left Handed Poet) I remembered that morning Baami showed me the picture of my lover in Lagos, he flashed his yellow teeth at me as I clinged to the paper like it will fly away into the forest. “Err! Apinke! That is Alao, the son of oga teacher, the one that taught

A COMFORTLESS AND ARCHY WORLD


POET: OLUWOLE AYOMIDE JR (JHAYJUNIOR)   To whom life is given humanity is expected~Jhayjuniour👌 I once pictured a world where a soul is more precious than a diamond One where there is unification in diversity One where the joy of one is that of all One where the prospect of a man was uncommon peace

Murder on 15th Street


AUTHOR/WRITER: Oche Viktoh Meet the writer here As those tears pushed open the floodgates of her eyes and rushed out to form a pathway across her cheeks, Atinuke felt the heaviness in her heart trigger the flow of an endless fountain of pain whilst she stood hopeless, starring at her reflection in that mirror.  It was

THE HARD TRUTH


AUTHOR/WRITER: AKOSUA LEFTY   Majority are in relationships but not in love. Majority are in relationships but not happy. Majority are in relationships but don’t know each other. Majority are in relationships but don’t know God. Majority are in relationships but don’t know why they are. Majority are in relationships but don’t know where they

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Nimota Ideraoluwa

Nimota Ideraoluwa

I am Teriba Nimota Ideraoluwa, I was born in Ogun state, into a family of eight, I'm the second child of the family and the first female child. Anike is a name my mum calls me whenever I'm sad , Anike is my Oriki (praise name). continue here...

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