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One of the biggest opportunities to lead for me has been in the literary community. After launching cfwriterz.com, the team has grown in leaps and bounds. We have fought through tough times and realized how important our role is as a platform for emerging African...
I watched my best friend drown. I could have called the lifeguards or tried at least to enter the shallow water. But I have seen how drowning could reveal
the flickering lights of disco kept him distracted at first. He watched in silence, how all he wanted to be seemed so wrong but yet looked so beautiful.
It’s a common saying that death sneaks up on people. Ipade, totally carried away in the euphoria of his lustful escapade is shocked back to his senses by screams. The maids had fled their quarters to the main residence. Tunde runs all the way from the security post, knocks on the door and barges in on Ipade and Vera; both stark naked in bed.
The Wine – Episode 1 (Grey Wine). This is me sharing a story I wrote a few years back. It’s been bought a few times but I have decided to
Michael Emmanuel has emerged winner of the Quramo Writer’s Prize 2018 for his manuscript, Running Waters. With his win, he will receive a N1M
You can dump an untitled manuscript. A titled book however, has come to stay. That book is forever going to be associated with your name, for as long as it exists.
It's not like God does not have a home so why he still watches people had always been a mystery to me. I had listened to all the sermons about "the ever watchful eyes of God," I used to laugh about it even though I secretly wanted to see how that would work out....
I have always been afraid of lightning because it feels so close, and the accompanying sound of crackling thunder gave me terrible shivers. As a boy, I would startle and wake up to see flashes all over the room. The clothes and hanging bags would come alive and point...
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