AFRICAN STORIES

We walked into the cbt hall and took our seat. I looked around me and smiled inwardly. The formation was perfect. This exam was going to be a peanut. It was a sure pass. In fact, we were going to give them an assignment. One of the CBT moderator in front of me was directing students to their seats and I bowed my head in order not to attract...

*PLIGHTS OF THE ROHINGYA MUSLIMs Part 1* Written by: *Habeebullahi Faruq Olamilekan* *_(Agbeloba)_* Co-written and edited by: *Taiye Temitope Abdulrasheed* *_(#Rasbom)_*      With a population of over 1 million people,  there exist a stateless minority group of people at the southern part of Myanmar or Burma as you choose to...

LIVING IN GUILT Story by Akin Omo Akin I tried resisting but she persisted. She was all over me as she urged, patiently waiting for me to give in. I finally lost control but when she stared at me,keeping her gaze on my retina. Looking through her blue eyes my heart was sectile. "Please, Princely, please, I want this." She said with a subtle...

Story By AKINOMOAKIN Faraway from the earth, there we live ,just like every other human; we are mortals, we eat, we sleep, we work, we reproduce, but there's this particular thing that secern and differentiate us from the common man, which is the Time. On the phase of our hand is a long inscription of reading time. Practically, our day to day...

A SOLDIER’S AGONY – By Omeje Matthew I moved my gun slowly. My aim came into full view. I was lying in the grass while Commander was sitting behind a tree close to me and yelling out orders. The tree branches spread out; it shielded us from the sun. “Do you have a full view of them now?” “Yes, sir.” “Take them out.” “Sir?” “I said take them...

Story by Akin Omo Akin My body is fine and tender, my skin as soft as that of a newly born baby, and lips so sexy that a thousand men  would fall when words escape them.I am that one perfect creation of the sixth day. A spotless and radiant body is worth beholding by all eyes that see. My body is a perfect definition of a mans fantasy, and...

THE NIGHT STORY by Heritage I wished I never met her that night. That was the night I lost my reservation to the naughty me. Things happened really fast that I was not only a victim, but a party. It all began when I went with friends to a get-together party organised by an association in which they belong. I don't fancy parties so I never wanted...