Slaughter

   [30 second read]
                                

Adeyalo Kolawole
IG: @adeyalo

 I'll take the liver

You'll take the kidney and breasts.

Tolani has always liked the goitre,

IF YOU TELL ANYONE - PART 2

By Adeyalo Kolawole

IG: @adeyalo

“Uncle no” I said to him half pleading half scared stiff.

He was no longer smiling and he furiously rubbed my vagina until i hurt. His eyes were blood shot and his mouth opened a little. Tears rimmed my eyes and i furiously fought with him in a bid to escape.

“Stay there you idiot don’t even try to fight me. Do you want your mother to die? abi you don’t want me to give you food or money again? just shut up”.

IF YOU TELL ANYONE - PART 1

[5mins read]

By Adeyalo Kolawole

IG: @adeyalo

PART ONE

I wasn’t born with a spoon; talk less of having a silver one. By logic, I was born with dark concoctions, through unbelievable stress. My dad died trying to provide for a child he needed, but couldn’t take care of, while my mother just had to make due with carrying her bowl down the street in a bid to salvage peanut from the well-wishers. I turned 10 amidst turmoil and bad weathers and piercing eyes.

It is safe to say I am very beautiful; blue eyes, long hair, soft body and naturally red lips. I drew a lot of pity and generosity from people who only gave because they wanted to help a fine girl. For some reason, they were all confused that I was still in the slum with my mother.

The Mirror, The People and The Mind

By Olamide Oluwole

I'll give you three scenarios, you'll decide.

Case 1
She looked in the mirror
She decided she's beautiful
She went out,
Her mind convinced she's beautiful
But then,
Someone asked if she's okay
Her face looks tired
At that moment,
Her mind was convinced she's not beautiful

So she continued her day sad and solemn
With the mindset she's not beautiful

Payback - a flash fiction

[2 mins read]

PAYBACK 

 A Flash Fiction By Alex Kadiri

@alexwrites

I pointed papa’s rusty gun at the muscular thug who’d rape me the week before. 

Getting locked up didn’t scare me.

 I simply had to end his life.

Flames Of Regret

 A Poem by Prince Heritier

@le,prince.heritier

Do you wish you had done things differently?

Then why didn’t you?

A Walk With My Mother - Poetry

                                                 A WALK WITH MY MOTHER

A Poem By Agbebaku Ihomehe 

 @ihome_a

The morning I walked with my mother
I hid behind her skirt when strangers spoke
When my legs were tired she carried me
When I fell asleep she cradled me 

Paul And Silas - A Flash Fiction

                           
                                                           PAUL AND SILAS

 

 A Flash Fiction by Alex Kadiri

@alexwrites

 

 “kpam-kpam”

“who’s it?”

“open! It’s the police”