Life Lessons from Stories

The story of fate and destiny Chapter 7 The Meeting Ann was a gorgeous woman by the very definition. There was a softness to her appearance and a kind of warmth married to her beauty that allowed Tara to find sanctuary in her black twilight eyes. Her fine skin, honeyed to perfection, glowed with the

The story of fate and destiny Chapter 6 Ann the daughter. When Tara paced into the reception at the House of Order wellness center, her face still carried fading streaks of confusion. She couldn’t believe that the bottle she had left behind in her living room had found its way back into her car. She

The story of fate and destiny Chapter 5  Beautiful beginnings Tara’s fondest memories of meeting Levi was at a sip and paint event at a posh boutique hotel lobby in Ikoyi, where more than two dozen canvasses, set on wooden stands told the story of colors and rising hope. The event was organized by the

The story of fate and destiny  Chapter 4 The Dilemma It was the lightest traffic she had been in that week. Vehicles were sprinkled on the road as though it were a playset that came with only a few cars. The aftermath of the COVID pandemic meant that a lot more younger people worked from

The story of fate and destiny Chapter 3 Shattered Pieces That afternoon, the sunlight conjured the most brilliant of mosaics, reflecting from the glassy black tarmac to the leaves on every tree and from wisp of cloud that barely provided shade. Bright streams of light ignited every gap as it shone. With it came the

The story of fate and destiny Chapter Two The Message Tara sat quietly behind the steering wheel. It was so quiet she could hear her own breath with ease as she tossed the bag into the passenger seat. She stayed still as though anticipating someone to knock on the car window, holding her breath while

The story of fate and destiny Chapter 1 Nature’s Gift The waves broke around the beachfront with their foamy crests transforming into a chaotic lace over the brown. In the same way that curtains folded above a golden stage, the waves thrashed like the dancing hem of a long and flowing gown. A chorus of

The Travel chronicles of a sorry Nigerian to Asia. Chapter four Writing in progress. Related Posts Facebook Twitter LinkedIn

The Travel chronicles of a sorry Nigerian to Asia. Chapter Three Chapter Three We arrived Beijing at about 5pm. If there was anything I craved for at that instant, it was a soft bed with warm duvet. It didn’t look like that was going to happen anytime soon, as we had the immigrations and customs

The Travel chronicles of a sorry Nigerian to Asia. Chapter Two It was an uneventful 5hour flight. The first leg of the journey was uneventful. Aside the flurry of food trays and a few miniature bottles of red wine, I spent the time immersed in two movies, each with a runtime of over 2hours. I

The Travel chronicles of a sorry Nigerian to Asia. Chapter One The flight to China was scheduled for 1.40pm on Saturday afternoon. I had known this for up to two weeks and there was no way I was going to arrive at the airport later than 3hours before the scheduled time. I ended up with

That we are different means we are stronger together, possessing varied attributes, not that our differences should be a discriminatory divide. Deji Sowunmi Ladies and gentlemen, lovers of all ages, please yield your attention to me, for the next few minutes, because what you seek has found you. Love is teamwork. Teamwork means contribution together.

New Stories! I offer no promises on this story, best to leave your seatbelt on. Chapter Two Work in progress Related Posts Facebook Twitter LinkedIn

New Stories! I offer no promises on this story, best to leave your seatbelt on. Chapter One There was something about the Lagos lagoon that beckoned to Jude whenever he drove his Toyota sedan on the third mainland bridge. It was not about the winding bridge itself, neither was it about the bumpy ride on

THE LADY, OR THE TIGER? by Frank R. Stockton From far and near the people gathered, and thronged the great galleries of the arena, and crowds, unable to gain admittance, massed themselves against its outside walls. The king and his court were in their places, opposite the twin doors, those fateful portals, so terrible in

THE LADY, OR THE TIGER? by Frank R. Stockton In the very olden time there lived a semi-barbaric king, whose ideas, though somewhat polished and sharpened by the progressiveness of distant Latin neighbors, were still large, florid, and untrammeled, as became the half of him which was barbaric. He was a man of exuberant fancy,

Love has many synonyms and adjacent synonyms. It’s kindness. Compassion. Empathy. It’s sympathy. Affection. Care. Understanding. Respect. Freedom. Deji Sowunmi These things that happen. And people just turn a blind eye. I just saw something upsetting. At the restaurant I am in. Everyone in a horizontal line up placing their food orders. And as they

“The entourage sweeps like a victorious occupying army. And no one is sure if they have come to lead us or to loot us.  Time stands still, we are anxious, weary, or confused all at once. We had lived comfortably and sheltered lives. We had forgotten how small and powerless we really are. Now we

Do you love crime fiction? Then this story is all you ever wanted.   Start the story from here. Tobechukwu Her eyes puffy from crying, she looked a shadow of herself. Related Posts Facebook Twitter LinkedIn

Dreams from yesterday, is a compendium of 14 stories, set in Nigeria, that cover a wide range of societal issues: domestic violence, senility, peer pressure, terrorism, girl child, pregnancy and fertility issues, teenagers and sexuality, infidelity, depression and death. I am happy to announce that my new book, titled, Dreams from Yesterday, is now published