Literary Taxidermy’s Short Story Competition is open to any writing form and genre, including: satire, tragedy, science fiction, fantasy, suspense, detective, romance, hyper realism, magical realism, plain old realism, speculative fiction, flash fiction, meta-fiction, meta-meta-fiction, screenplay, poetry, etc. “This year’s competition is actually three contests in one. The first contest draws its opening and closing lines […]
Okay, it is simple. The Young Women’s Christian Association of Nigeria, Lagos Branch simply want you to send them a story (1500-3000 words) with the theme: ‘Find Your Voice, Share Your Story’… Here are the details: Stories must be between 1500-3000 words and written to cover the theme Find Your Voice, Share Your Story. Entries must […]
There are times, such as this very moment, when I try to imagine how Ayi Kwei Armah would feel knowing that majority of the people who uttered the line “The Beautiful Ones Are Not Yet Born” had not even read that book that popularised that line. But that is not the main issue. Standing in Armah’s shoes, I would feel disappointed finding that my second novel, Fragments, was underappreciated. Continue reading “JE SUIS BAAKO”
The National Library and the Kaduna State Library, both of which stand along Bida Road, are pleasant sights to behold. To help convince the passer-by is the imposing statue in front of the National Library of a man leaning on a stack of voluminous books. The picture is perfect, so long as you are just passing by. Just a peep into either of the libraries and you would designate them white-washed tombs housing dusty and dry bones. The problem is, you cannot even get to peep into the National Library because the gate has been locked up since September, 2017; because the workers are on strike for I-don’t-know-why. Continue reading “GUSAU INSTITUTE: AN IDEAL CENTRE OF LEARNING”
If you cannot offer a shoulder, at least offer a handkerchief.
These days, Heartbreak Hotel is filling up at a higher rate than heaven and hell put together. Two guests hardly check out before seven others show up at the lobby. The Porter is even telling me that a lot of guests are requesting for permanent keycards because they are not sure they might be checking out any time soon.
I had hardly finished with dinner (three wraps of agidi and a bottle of Pepsi) when the full moon began to plague my feet with the itch for a stroll. And against my wish, I found myself taking that quiet and lonely and dully-lit boulevard at the end of which stands Heartbreak Hotel. As I have made the acquaintance of the porter owing to the fact that I used to be a regular customer, I thought of stopping by and saying hello. Continue reading “HEARTBREAK HOTEL”