It's been six days since Ete Okon received his key from the council. That day he ran through the WhatsApp townhall shouting to anyone who cared to listen. The key was a long brass plate with unrecognizable

Sincere apologies for bringing this result announcement behind schedule. Am having little power issues. This weekly contest is my little way of encouraging creative content creation. Last week contest

This is an entry for a poetry contest organised by @lordjames The first stanza and a half is of his own creation, I hope you'll enjoy how I chose to end mine. Another day, another night The church signboard

This is an entry for a poetry contest organised by @lordjames He provided the first stanza and first three lines of the second stanza. Let me know what you think at the end of it. Another day, another

The contest is at the end of the story. Click here for episode 1 He pumped the air with his fist as he neared the post office. Quickly he opened the mail box and peeped inside. His face dropped in

The contest is at the end of the story Holy Jehoshaphat, its fucking late already He cursed and groaned as he shuffled in his wooden bench, stretched his arm and reached for the oil lantern. The bench