I have just read Alawonde's “These 18 Years: The Chronicles Of Theophilus Femi Alawonde" and I feel the same thrill I felt when I advanced the ladder of my teenage years. Every wrung on that ladder

Kelvin gazed into thin air as the moonlight filtering through the window illuminated his room. "Why do nights come with so much darkness? Can’t daylight last forever?” He muffled into his pillow as

I undid my tie and left it hanging from my collar. For the umpteenth time, I tugged at the air con button, hoping that by some miracle it comes on. Because it was usual for Sango to greet me with a seemingly

i want to die in the arms of tomorrow 'cos papa said, in between her breasts, hides a dewy dawn which promises to moisten my withering soul with spherical droplets of hope. so, seductive suicidal rope,

Son, Is there a better way to explain resonance? Than to show you how these notes in between My fingers synchronizes with the frozen music Locked away in the sealed lips of my drum? Listen, but dance not

My name is Ehi Ogwiji and I just joined this beautiful community! I am so excited- my excitement is raised to the power of two. Hahaha, if your Maths is as bad as mine, you have no worries. What I mean