IF IT DOESN'T excite you, it's not for you. Hi, there. I'm Favespills. And since I'm new here, here's something about me that led to some reflections today. So, I'm a writer, and a podcaster. I run a weekly

I guess I should start this narration with how bloody that day was. But, I think I'll just start with HIM. His eyes were the most beautiful thing I've ever seen — orbs that shimmered an intoxicating light

“Where are you coming from?” Source Mum’s high pitched voice is the first thing I hear that day. From where I am at the door, I look up at her trying to understand what she is saying. “Kamsi, are you not

The witch. So she was called. A popular figure on Faraday street. On a bench she sits, staring into nothingness. Source Clad in tattered ill-smelling clothes, a clump of matted hair on her head and nothing

Hi, there. If you're reading this, then I'm DEAD. Now that I have your attention, hi once again. My name is neither Destiny nor Evelyn nor Adele nor Deborah (DEAD), it's Favour and yes, I'm not Dead. At

Dejection is too little an adjective to qualify how Deji felt the day he was stolen from in broad daylight. Source One minute, he was bouncing through the streets of Ikorodu, Lagos state with his phone