…The Golden Coup Plotter…

By: Arc

Level: 3

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I lived only 32 years, I died in my youth, yet I left more mark on your country’s history than your 78 year old granddaddy Buhari or is it Jubril these days…My name is Emmanuel Arinze Ifeajuna (Popularly called Emma Vancouver or The Assassin, Tafawa Balewa’s Assassin). 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

…The Set Up…

By: Arc

Level: 3

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Air came rushing through my lungs

I cried, my first attempt at protest

Formula was forced way down my throat

I was deprived of nature’s best milk

 

Palms and knees against the floor

Bruises should guarantee stronger bones

The daily struggle to remain on my feet

My first step was no mean feat Continue reading

…The Better Half…

The Better Half

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It’s been “almost a year” since Africa’s biggest music duo decided to lay bare their Anambrarian-Ego-(pun intended)-above-everything-else. The handling of their split was embarrassing to say the least. Their silly sibling rivalry emphasized the need for Nigerian celebrities to start employing “handlers”. People with a little more sense than they have to project their image, sort out the nasties and make sure the truth is never bitter.

“Good day Psquarians (whatever name P-square fans are called), having spent the past decade working on the P-square brand, Paul and Peter have decided to step out to show their individuality…Two separate heads are better than one (whatever lame excuse they come up with)…It would be business as usual save you get to enjoy music made by each of us in our own image…Today we give you Mr. P and King Rudy…”

You know it would have been extra cheesy if they went “P-square is trying to find their square root”…You can steal Raymond’s face but you can’t buy class… Continue reading

STRANGE SONG OF THE GONG

By: Ebuka Nwachukwu

Level: 1

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FRUIT OF THE FORBIDDEN TREE

ADAM:
We were happy as kids are before they understand the world
Arms locked together with eyes for each other alone; we twirled
I have learned that if it doesn’t look right, it’s because it’s not
The deed was not to eat the apple; it was to fall for her plot

EVE:
The redness of the fruit wasn’t what made it cute
It was the words of the snake; melody from a flute
I always felt that the grasses in this garden were too green; the sun just shined too bright
I was tired of the illusion of serenity; the snake was a welcome sight.

SNAKE:
Pretty damsel is that tree in the middle the only thing you doubt?
If knowledge were rainfall, then this garden suffers drought
Missus I see you lie awake and ponder over these things; this paradise is your hell
Taste the apple and see; I promise not to tell 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

…Distance Between Wealth And Apocalypse…

By: Arc & Kay Kay

Level: 3 & 1

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Wealth

The world is worth a specific amount of billions;

Wotcha say? I mean trillions;

New money ain’t coming in;

At least not without breaking IMF laws innit.

 

To make money, u’ve got to use money;

Now where the money would come from I wonder;

Cos all monies on earth are owned by some man or the other;

Basically to make money you have to redirect someone else’s 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