LET GO


AUTHOR/WRITER: Oju omamogho   If you let go I fear I will lose my way And get lost in my emotions   If you dont let go I know I will lose my way And fade away With your last heart beat   If you let go I know I will lose my way Searching for

ANIKE


AUTHOR/WRITER: Tajudeen Abdulhameed Olasunkanmi Meet the author here..   Ade ori mi owo Eleyin ju eg Abi wa tutu bi eji owu ro. Healing my soul with every single touch.   Roothless, she is my Cleopatra. Rise above the sun. Eleyin ju ege. Iwo ni, the chosen one.   I sleep and slumber on the curses

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

Mama


AUTHOR/WRITER: Halimah Ganiyu   I love mama, she is beautiful very beautiful, she looks like an angel and I think God sent her to me. It’s only mama and me, we are a team, we do everything together and no one is allowed between us. I am not allowed to talk to anyone unless mama tells

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

About me

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...