SHARE THIS POST:WHEN NEXT YEAR COMES THE NEXT MINUTE – WRITTEN BY RUTH TORTY  The night Ogechi called you and invited you over for lunch, you almost said no but you swallowed it back and said yes. As you sit across from Ogechi at the restaurant she recommended, you are wondering why you didn’t turn ...

‘My name is Ajantala,’ he said to all of them, when it was time to give him a name. Now when the food for the feast was being cooked in the kitchen Ajantala had ceaselessly complained.

I knew I was a dwarf, a person who, many educated people struggle to accept. I knew it did not count that I was rich or successful–I would always be a dwarf.

I liked the silence and routine in our house. Today was like every other day; I worked on my content writing, Eche on his web designs while Orji went out to see his friends. Afternoons are best for content writing; the nights were for other things. Somehow my Father thinks we work at nights, a ...

SHARE THIS POST:  An elderly woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her shoulders. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream ...

SHARE THIS POST:SAY NO TO BLOOD MONEY WRITTEN BY OLUWATOBI OLADIPUPO What is the meaning of life? What is to this life? Oh money, how useless you are Wealth, can’t you save in days of troubles? Money, more need. I was eagerly looking out for money 8 years ago. When my heartless friend introduced me ...

SHARE THIS POST:EIGHTY-SIX WAYS TO CROSS ONE DESERT – ALEXANDER LUMANS When curious about the depth of a strange river, do you throw in a nearby rock? If so, how long does it normally take you to realize the futility of this supposed gauging? Do you ever? Do you run away instead? Are you someone ...

SHARE THIS POST:AFRICAN FOLKTALE: THE STORY OF THE DRUMMER AND THE ALLIGATORS THERE was once a woman named Aftiong who lived at ‘Nsidung, a small town to the south of Calabar. She was married to a chief of Hensham Town called Etim Ekeng. They had lived together for several years, but had no children. The ...

SHARE THIS POST:WHY THE CAT KILLS RATS; AN AFRICAN FOLKTALE ANSA was King of Calabar for fifty years. He had a very faithful cat as a housekeeper, and a rat was his house-boy. The king was an obstinate, headstrong man, but was very fond of the cat, who had been in his store for many ...

SHARE THIS POST:1. Olatunde was the only child of Iyadunni alias the waterside Mama. Iyadunni lost her husband some years back and since then, she has been a single mother foraging for Olatunde. Finance was the heart of her struggles seeing Olatunde through Primary to Tertiary education. Iyadunni cried a river when she heard she ...