Literary & Creative Writing
Poetry, short stories, flash fiction, creative nonfiction, personal narratives and experimental writing.
THIS IS HOW I HOLD MYSELF
The world doesn't have the power to hold thy, Their only wishful thinking is to see you fall, Fall to the hardest core, On the beautiful side of…
ALMOST SAYING I LOVE YOU
My heart ache slowly... Yet, beats faster, loudly, And, I feel rotten inside of me. Perhaps love is deep, congruent in life. The love that shapes you…
LET ME BE TENDER HERE
In the stillness between the horizons, Of hurtful calm and painless war. I screamed for the chosing of what hurts... In reversal. I searched for a dim in…
CHALK
Dating back to the twentieth century, Coated in white sheets, longing to know if I ever did belong. I did. For once, I did. Welcomed by the…
SIX AND SIX JOURNEY
This poem focuses on social problems in Nigeria such unemployment, bad economy without changes till 66 years of age.
Stories I carry
What are stories? Stories are the things we tell ourselves. A man sitting close to another, Cannot telepathically know the woes of the other. I have a story.…
ACUPUNCTURE
Sometimes, I don't know why I want to succeed. Is it because I want to be wealthy? Or, to develop the world? Or, to be known? Or, for…
IKIGAI
Weary, tired, Of the bustles that my head never ceases to hear, Of the ruffling in my mind, Where thousands of thoughts Seem to circle back to one,…
Divers Path, Shared Journey
Diverse part, shared journey. On this same path we thread Experiencing new things without end The most common of it is parting ways Without words. What…
The Simple Ones
The story is about about a mysterous lady, that always look for simple men, and it happened that one of Mr Williams' boys who was trained well from a Christian home,who was warned several falls into her trap , and the battle to recover him was very tough. Find out more,by reading the full story
The Girl Who Collects Conversations. II. I Am The Girl
I am the girl. I know it sounds like a strange way to introduce myself, especially after spending so much time describing myself as though I am…
The Race is to the Swift!
The race ain't to the Swift And you drag your feet because eternity is on your breast? …
