Entries by Hafsah Sule Dauda

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Dinner At 8- Short Story

Submitted by Aisha Hamza   I arrived at Tara’s apartment a little past eight p.m. She enveloped me in a warm hug and led me to the lavishly set dinning area where candle lights were competing with porcelain dishes . Sitting down, I allowed my eyes roam on the body hugging sequined dress that flattered Tara’s beautiful […]

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Winners of Flash Fiction Contest Announced

After careful consideration of all entries by three judges, three top stories have been chosen out of 36 delighful creative pieces of fiction. Congratulations to the writers of the stories. The absence of your name does not discredit you as a writer, it just means there’s always room for improvement.  And as a writer who […]

Woman of Weakness

She dipped the kitchen towel in a bowl of hot water and placed it on her hand. She winced as the heat seared through her tender flesh. There was a cut and several small injuries on the back of her hand and she couldn’t let anyone see it, especially the people where she was going. […]

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Meet Your Judge- Inufin Ayomide

Meet one of our Judges, Inufin Ayomide D’great. He is a poet per excellence who has excelled in and mastered the art of making English conform to his writing whims. Owing to his writing prowess, Ayomide has recently been profiled by Wikipedia as a globally recognized poet. Some of his 12 achievements are: * 2004 […]

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Flash Fiction Writing Contest Shortlist

The list of the top 20 stories to qualify for the judging stage is ready. The list was compiled following five-day the voting process where some stories had almost 300 votes to their names. Shortlisted writers for Flash Fiction Writing Contest: 1. Dela Azojani Adeorike 2. Stephen Ezennwa 3. Jesutofunmi Fekoya 4. Hauwa Hala Nuraddeen […]

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The Love-Hate Relationship Between I And Myself

You think you have naysayers? Mine resides within! This lady is my worse critic. Everything I do is subject to judgement. I can’t try to look pretty in front of the mirror, ‘I’ will start dissing me. And if so help me God I try to dance or worse sing, ‘I’ contorts her face like she’s smelling poop and grimaces, I’ll have to shamefully stop.

Entry 36

Title: Different  By Dela Azojani Adeorike Samson was Delilah’s little piece of heaven and she was everyone’s desire. The six months with him had been a bed of roses until fourteen days ago.  Samson had invited her for a party. At the party, she couldn’t find him. She asked few people,” please am I his keeper?” said another hissing and cursing…when she found him, “meet me upstairs in five minutes’ time”Samson said giving her a snack. Walking up the stairs, […]

Entry 35

Aisha Madaki Sandra was raped by some street guys at the age of 14 when she was in High School, she was expelled because of the pregnancy she got. Both her parents were dead so she lived with her neighbors because her relatives weren’t there for her. She was sent out of her neighbors’ house […]

Entry 34

By Stephen Ezennwa I thought we were done; She said I was gonna miss her; no doubts I did, but this? No, I didn’t bargain for this, none of this. I broke up with her over the phone and thirty minutes later she was at my apartment; We talked it out; She told me that […]