…Anita…

By: Arc

Level: 3

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“What’s the name?

“Anita, what do you want?”

Clearly this was a case of young-man-state-your-business

“How much would it cost to take you home with me?”

“I don’t go to people’s houses; you would have to lodge in a hotel.”

“Interesting, so how much?”

“Twenty Thousand.”

My jaw dropped; did she want me to price? Did she hike the price because my moon walker boots gave me the works-on-the-rig look? If all clients paid twenty, surely she shouldn’t be standing on the streets 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

…RV 144 Vaccine…

By: Arc

Level: 3

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“We owe all our thanks to the Belgian government for stopping King Leopold II…The world saw the brutal killings of Congolese civilians on Kinshasa plantations, few saw a man trying to rid the planet of its most deadliest virus by slaughtering all infected…Thankfully the world’s view prevailed and today we still have our virus HIV…The second most profitable disease in the world, second only to Malaria still thrives….”

Dr. Selena, Chief virologist of Ziperf Pharmaceuticals delivered her monologue to the 14 members of board with the excitement of a 5 year old. In the next six months, the 15 of them would be regarded as the most powerful people in the world; the ultimate world super power. Continue reading

…Sheila’s Thoughts…

By: Timeyin

Level: 1

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“I always thought that going to school, coming out with great grades and being a good girl paid; I always thought that. Here I am in this cubicle called a house; I am too ashamed to even call it ‘home’. No water, no electricity, no food, just oxygen and a dozen of silly rats who can’t wait to devour my poorly laminated first class degree certificate. It’s been six years since I left the University of Port Harcourt, five years since I served my father land and four years since I lost my first and only job. Continue reading

…Bad Trip…

By: Ikay Chimere

Level: 1

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Nnadi had just finished snorting three lines of cocaine when he heard a riotous noise outside. He sprang up from his slim mattress that reeked of assorted smells and wiped his face with his right hand. He made an attempt to walk a straight path to the door, but the narcotic substance coursing furiously through his veins made him stagger.

He made it to the door at long last after he had knocked down the standing fan, refrigerator and rechargeable lantern that stood in his way. Before finding the locks on the door, he impulsively turned back and beheld his unruly mess which made him giggle with a satisfactory look on his face. Continue reading

…Mad Rhythm…

By: Nkoli Os’kar

Level: 1

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Mad Rhythm

Knees to chest, he sat rocking….affront sand and stones that gave her a pathway to rubies and gold.

Her hand made harp played him chords only grief would hear through scorch and cold.

For every chord, he sat a little higher on a new memory she “piled” away from his sore core.

Yet for everyone of her recess in tune, he rocked; a duet in steadfast defiance through heat and pour. Continue reading

…LIFE IN PIECES 01…

By: Ezinwanne Udeogalanya

Level: 1

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Episode one: Efe

Finally, five years of undergraduate study to become a Pharmacist is over. The major highlight being the final year student research work; usually called the one dreadful name “Project’’.  I will spare the bloody tales for another day and start out with an interesting note-worthy event that came out of a friend’s project journey.

The other day, Efe told me and Wellington the most hilarious story: All you need is 2 minutes with Efe to declare her the funniest in southern Nigeria. As most conventional stories start at the beginning, I will commence this story in chronological order to help you see the importance of this event in Efe’s life… and mine as well.

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…F.I.L.I.C.I.D.E…

By: George Richard Not R Martin

Level: 1

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“Irona loves suya, I’m sure his brain would not process the taste of 2, 3-dichlorovinyl dimethyl phosphate when his tongue and teeth are engrossed in carnivorism. Maryam would definitely get over a case of unintentional poisoning….She might even get closure when Mallam Buhari is arrested and sentenced….”

“Maybe, I should just watch my little bundle of joy go up in flames, choked by smoke from my charred wealth and belongings before the sweet-sting of the flames (perhaps he wouldn’t feel a thing)…A fire is an accident, right?”

And so I sat in my Peugeot 508, brainstorming ways to kill my son…

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…Aberrant Shackles…

By: Ikay Chimere

Level: 1

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“Arrrrrgghh!!!” She screamed as she hurriedly sprung up from the mattress. She quaked intensely. Lost in bewilderment, sweat seeped through every single pore. It was another terrifying episode of her nightmare series. This had ensued for weeks. She had grown weary. All she could do after each episode was get her knees to the ground and pray. Owing to condition, Sophia became pious to the core.

 

Innumerable appointments with so-called pastors and clergymen had come and gone. Such “prayer meetings” came to a grand halt after an ugly sexual harassment from a shameless “Prophet.” She strongly believed she could also reach that same deity through personal prayers. That, she resorted to; yet, the nightmares obstinately persisted and grew worse every fortnight. Continue reading

…Conquest…

By:Arc

Level: 3

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Consciousness floated through the void till about the age of 3, the word became flesh. I became Chijoke. He was a blank slate, little by little he knew. Form was made out of his functioning and in no time goals were set, conquered and crushed. He led his primary school classes, he scored the highest at common entrance; secondary school was business as usual. The university was different, Chijoke struggled but his struggle turned out best. Accolades came pouring; cash gifts and jobs all gave the soldier comfort. Continue reading