Short stories
MEMOIRS OF A WOMB DWELLER
MEMOIR OF A WOMB DWELLER! Let me tell you the story of how I was evicted from my womb- house. Imagine this: there I was, swimming in my pink watery world. I had no care. My needs were met. I paid no rent, bills, or taxes and held no grudges. Read more…
Short stories
EXPERIENCING LIFE
ONCE YOUNG, THEN OLD. ( A COMPELLING STORY ABOUT LIFE – 10MINS READ). A newborn kid goat was frolicking in the green grass watched by Mama goat in admiration. He looked fabulous in his mint white coat. His little black hooves contrasted well with the greenery of the meadow. He Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
RAIN DROPS, TEAR DROPS
Raindrops, dew drops Drops everywhere One quiet, the other noisy Turtles are not Tortoises. Butterflies are not birdsThey fly all the sameIt’s not only how high you goDid you become who you were born to be? The Rose bears no fruitNeither do Mosses produce flowersComparing one to another is foolishnessLet Read more…
EBOOK
STRATEGIC PRAYERS AND WISDOM FOR STUDENTS
STRATEGIC PRAYERS AND WISDOM FOR STUDENTS: Whether you’re a naive first-grader or an experienced postgraduate scholar, this book is your navigational instrument, directing you through the maze of academia, personal, and life situations. **Why This Book is important.** Education is not just textbooks and exams; it’s about developing the Read more…
WRITING
I WANT TO BE A WRITER
I WANT TO BE A WRITERHe entered my office with an intense look in his eyes, clearly with something important on his mind. He fidgeted nervously in his seat as he began to speak. “I want to be a writer,” he said. “Is that all? “I asked calmly “That’s all. Read more…
WRITING
TO BE A WRITER, DON’T READ
TO BE A WRITER, DON’T READ Let me explain. If you keep reading what others are reading, you will start writing the way they write. To differentiate yourself and maintain your uniqueness, go for audio/visual sources and materials that are a bit older. Read relevant things from thirty years ago Read more…
Life matters
I LOST MYSELF – PT 2
I LOST MYSELF Why yo laugh? Why yo laugh? That was Mrs Tobaad (not her real name), my exasperated French teacher. A group of us gave her a hard time. She truly wanted to help make me proficient. I just couldn’t help laughing in that class. Her accent was funny Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
I LOST MYSELF
I LOST MYSELF I was lost when I entered the supermarket. Goodness me. I bought 3 canned beers and took them home to drink. Pastor, do you drink alcohol? No, I had stopped that after I gave my life to Christ. I can’t tell when and how I bought those Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
ON MY WAY TO SHANGRI-LA
ON MY WAY TO SHANGRI- LA Needle in, needle out like a seamstress I toil daily to get to where they call there Buffeted by aches and pains I remain undefeated I am on a lonely walk to Shangri-La Multiple holes and stones in my leaking shoes Climbing scaffolds, with Read more…