The Ultimate April Challenge Top 50 Long List & All About The Challenge

The African Writers (@africanwriters) in partnership with Tolu A. Akinyemi(@tolutoludo), a seasoned poet and writer, brought to The African...

Faceless: Episode 11

Omoti Johnson, the daughter of Abigail Johnson was driving home after a long day of errands when she saw...

Faceless - Episode 10

Sylvia Omolade Otunba had just arrived at her destination an hour after she left both Kunle and Kike immediately...

Atonement

Now I know why my husband is crazy over his side chick. I always wondered why he moaned her...

Vows

Tell me You will love me Without flowers Lacking facial hair.   And I will love you with no...
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The Ultimate April Challenge Top 50 Long List & All About The Challenge
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Vows

Tell me You will love me Without flowers Lacking facial hair.   And I will love you with no face beats, In absence of multi coloured eyes.   Tell me You will call me When I have no airtime, That…

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Faceless - Episode 11
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Faceless – Episode 9

Kikelomo Alonge was beyond infuriated when she saw “the slimy husband stealing cockroach” behind the desk. If only she could just break her a little so she’d understand that she, Kikelomo isn’t playing games. Nah. She can’t stoop to a…

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MAN

In this  very hearted confrontation, we were heads to heads involved in, Too often than usual, I overheard – “you don’t talk to a man like that” Ade? A man? But what could possibly make Adeola a man?, I thought And “Man…

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Poetry

How butterflies are born.

Its the unconscious smiles Automatic weakness. Its the vacant space between your fingers, Filled by those gentle interlocking fingers of hers Its those kisses that make you forget who you are, Those touches that carve her initials into you, Making…

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