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PAW-PRINT IN THE RAIN


WRITER/AUTHOR: Susanah Omohunola Ajiboye   I have been waiting all day, wagging me tail. I cannot wait any longer. Brushing my paws on the wet stony sands. It has been raining cat and dog. I don’t really understand why Master says this to his wife, Clarice. Amusing; the manner humans represent their big life happenings with

Road to Christmas


AUTHOR/WRITER: Ajani oyindamola Meet the writer here..   I packed my bags quickly as Baami kept screaming and questioning every one of us, “why is your maami bag too big”, “why is your brother not moving quickly”. He complained about everything as the chilly harmattan wind blew against our window, awaking the sweet fragrance of

CASTLE IN THE AIR


WRITER/AUTHOR: Oche Viktoh Meet the writer here..   And as the rear door of the black bulletproof limousine was slowly swung open, the resounding screams quickly made way to his ears as he stealthily peered through the open space to stare at the crowd that gallantly cheered his name.  Immediately, smiles adorned the face of Emeka

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

DON’T LEAVE JUST YET


AUTHOR/WRITER: TERIBA NIMOTA.I   “I just need a break, I just want to leave, nothing is important to me, I just want to go away. Maybe it would make some people happy, maybe people would stop being judgmental whenever my presence is announced, maybe people won’t have so much hatred for me anymore, maybe people

HEART OUT


AUTHOR/WRITER:  FEMI SWARIS   I don’t know what exactly goes through my mind that makes me sad. I think of a million and one things at once. Everyone sees me smiling and assumes my life is perfect or that I don’t have issues. Well, I have my own battles; my own wars. I know everyone has

LETTER TO A LOT (THIS IS ME)


AUTHOR/WRITER: TERIBA NIMOTA.I   I was raised by one of the strongest woman I’ve ever met. She taught me alot, and with her I knew I could be successful without depending on no one. She raised me to be a girl everyone would be proud of. She scolds me like every mother would scold their

WHO IS A MOTHER?


AUTHOR/WRITER: TERIBA NIMOTA.I   Often times I hear children saying Mum, some would say Mummy, and some would say My Mummy. I was one of those children who calls mine “Mummy mi”(my mother). We children do not know the depth of the word, I don’t think half of the mothers know what it entails to

DEJA VU (FINAL)


AUTHOR/WRITER: OBAFUNKE   ************WELCOME BACK************ Solape, where are you taking me to? What do you want me to see so bad?” Bimpe asked sleepily following a figure she thought was Solape. “It’s close by.” The figure replied without looking back. “Is there anywhere in this house I haven’t been to? I live here.” Bimpe said

DEJA VU CONTINUATION


AUTHOR/WRITER: OBAFUNKE   ************WELCOME BACK************   Before Sophie could reply, the door opened and an angry Gbemi was in the doorway. “Why did you lock us inside?” Gbemi asked looking at the two shaky girls. “We didn’t lock you in, you did.” Sophie replied in the same tone. Solape just looked at the two them

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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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