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(A short story) The gates swung open, making way for the noisy pick-up truck to drive in. Segun woke with a start, off the couch where he...

Dele Obi cursed as he stepped out of his patrol car into the hot Kwara sun. It seemed like the kind of day a body would be found...

In this piece I might never post, I dare to ask the questions we are too afraid to ask. The questions that are so simple to some, yet...

The creative mind is gold! Where memories collect dirt but never grow old. Born with a resilient sprit Certain truths it will surely...

Don't, try to find any black and white pattern in this post. It's the whole point of the post not to have any conventional pattern. ...

“That was close” he thought to himself. He hadn’t had such interference in a long time. He was performing the purification rights on...

Good afternoon! The man who sat by the stairs remained silent, he’d had just about enough of interruptions in his moment of rest. After a...

It was a damp morning in the university of Ilorin, the 3rd day of September. School was sparsely populated that time of year as most...

I think humans are intentionally made imperfect, that way you would only ever have one match. Yourself. Does that make sense to you? In...