It all began the day before the eclipse. Being the loner that I was, I sat atop a hill overlooking the grassy plains and the sandy beach. It happened so fast that up until now, I'm bereft of a concise

She watched him sweep across the room, softly, gracefully. And the colours danced and the wind was in her hair and her heart thudded a tad louder to beats so unfamiliar it made her breath bated. Her eyes

The smell of seasoned meat wafts through the air into eager nostrils, the peculiarity of the sleek feel of the seafood doesn't go unnoticed either as it touches the tongue and the freshness of finely chopped

Stranger of the night... On completing my degree, I was in a mad hurry to leave my parent's house and begin my own life away from my dad's prying eyes and my mom's constant nagging. Being a rather unsociable

Stranger of the night... On completing my degree, I was in a mad hurry to leave my parent's house and begin my own life away from my dad's prying eyes and my mom's constant nagging. Being a rather unsociable

The wind moans dismally in the farness, sweeping thick curtains of chilly drenching rain against the windows. It is well past midnight and all is quiet but for the occasional rattling of window panes in

I see the way you gawk in wonder. I notice the hollow of your cheeks. As it contours in awe. As it melts in smiles. Somehow, I wish that I were deserving of it — your praises — I wish I could make it true.

The church is empty and quiet except for the occasional tweeting of birds outside as you make your way through the pews to the altar. The building is enveloped in darkness save the altar, illuminated by

All your life you've been contained. An obedient servant you've been made into, subjected to the minor tasks of licking the bottoms of pans and pots and kettles of varying sizes. You're satisfied with

Picture @pexels.com Hey, cupcake... I wish the silence could attest to how I longed to call you this. I hate that the darkness is the only witness to my silent brooding. I wish there was some way to

Image source: Pexels.com On your bed in utter solitude, you lie, gazing into nothingness. The noise from the rickety fan hanging from the ceiling is your only companion and you find some solace in the

Hola! Porl Bob Jnr here from Lagos, Nigeria. Currently an undergraduate of the university of Port-Harcourt, I long have been attracted to the art of writing although it in no way correlates with my course.