Akpos have been parading himself around town as the most badt guy on the street until he met Okpeh. Read the rest of this entry
Read my non-fiction story
It was the 13th day of october 2009.
I sat on the ground, beside a highway.
Thoughts ravaged my little brain.
Everything was in topsy-turvy.
So perplexed and so into unanswerable questions. Read the rest of this entry
Have not been making you laugh? Ok try dis…
Okpeh was sleeping beside Titi his wife on the bed their son ‘Akpos the joker’ bought for them. Read the rest of this entry
In a discussion with some of my secondary school mates, I got inspired to write this poem.
This poem is totally my view about the need for inequity in life.
Everybody don’t has to accept my view, but appreciate it.
Life devoid in impartiality.
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The rule was that each contributor, wrote a story centred on a WRITING prompt.
Stories to be submitted must not be more than 100 words.
As usual, I took up the challenge. Here Read the rest of this entry
Recently, I wrote in an interactive Novel on a friend’s blog. Here is the amazing story I wrote for her
Dark skinned, tall with a pair of sky blue eyes on a smooth baby face perfectly seated on a long slim neck, pumped out of a beautiful broad shoulder adored with a portable set of breasts, whose perky nipples Read the rest of this entry
Akpos and Ekaeta have been playing on a mattress,
When Akpos carelessly asked ‘WHO IS GOD?’
Sure, he needed an answer.
Hilarious Akpos. Read the rest of this entry
It was in their fifth year without a child after their white wedding.
Love and passionate affection made them overcome wariness and mockery from outside and within their church congregation.
This prompted Pastor and Mrs. Ibem for child adoption.
With her darling’s assertion Ifeoluwa brought home two kids of her choice from a motherless home.
Who would have imagined unrest for the once lovely couple? Read the rest of this entry
Hilarious, but it was during injury time on campus.
The campus was gradually getting dry of activities and students, we had just finished all the Christmas carol and it was time to drag bags home. Read the rest of this entry