….16th February 2019…

By: Arc

Level: 3

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The day Nigeria gave me the final F**K YOU…I have tried so hard against all odds to believe in Nigeria. I have maintained my stance as a patriot. A very extreme tough task considering I have the Obsessive Compulsive Disease, I love to plan and plan and plan and love to see everything in apple pie order, everything working as it should be. The planets revolving around the sun on a pre-set axis, I am a son of God, a child of perfection. I expect, believe and hope for perfection. Somehow (Maybe because of my ruthlessness in my former life as Lestat or so) I was born to Nigeria, the worst place for an individual who craves order. There is nothing but chaos, pure sublime divine chaos here. Continue reading

…Bottled Tale…

By: Emmanuel Esudue

Level: 1

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On another fateful day, Ashapha and Shaibiru alighted from their blue range rover, dragged out their next victim who was barely conscious into a nearby bush.‘‘How many heads do we have so far and how many more are left?’’, Asphapha asked. ‘‘Nine and happily the last head we are to get’’, Shaibiru replied. They got to business, one holding the lady firmly to the ground as the other lifted up the sharp axe in a fearless manner like a warrior and down he brought it on her throat with speed; the head fell off and blood gushed out her lifeless body through her neck. Patiently they waited till she stopped shaking, chopped off her breasts, toes, and fingers, before cutting her up to pluck out her intestines then pushed her lifeless dismembered body down into the ravine that was not too far off. Continue reading