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Stranger In Lagos #14

Hi guys! We have come to a break in the story. After this episode, we’ll air our feet and come back for more. For Stranger In Lagos, the muse demands I don’t write on the go. So I will need some time. Two months tops. I want to heartily thank you all for your presence here. I hardly have time to reply comments but know that I read them all. I love you so much and I feel blessed for your constant support. Biyankavitch continues. Follow me on Instagram for a new series. Muah! ENIOLA “Go on your knees before God and ask him to forgive you for this wickedness you have done to Halim. After that, go to Eben and confess all. The darkness in your heart will destroy you, Eniola.” Pastor Love’s words. Simple, truthful and soul-rending. She has just confirmed what I have always known about…

“Popularity is not influence!” Olumide Lawrence Launches His E-book, B.A.S.E.

PR Executive and Social Media Strategist, Olumide Lawrence declares that there is a clear difference popularity and having influence on social media as he releases his first book titled – Building A Social Empire (B.A.S.E), in Lagos, Nigeria. In his speech, he said: “Some people have popularity but have no influence. When you build influence, you will naturally become popular. It does not take so much to get popular on social media. Moreover, when you build influence, it lasts longer than popularity. With influence, popularity is a bonus”. The book is targeted at helping intending social media influencers understand the process of using their social platform to build influence,  and harness influence into valuable networks that bring profit. “Existing influencers are also going to learn how to go beyond the engagement on social media, and build lasting personal brands that will attract good business and expose them to bigger networks”…

Stranger In Lagos #13

HALIM Christmas Eve. The street decorations, especially the ones on Ajose Adeogun, arrest my attention. I peer outside from the backseat of a cab, taking in the sights like a little girl. Yemi gazes at me. He is tickled that I’m carried away by mere Christmas lights. He teases me about it when we get home a while later and I’m undressing in my bedroom. He also teases me about my addiction for baby food. In retaliation, I playfully call him out on his clumsy habit of not being able to pour anything without spilling it. But he has more jabs for me, and seeing that I’m going to lose, I push him to the bed and tickle him. I found out just a few days ago that he is ticklish. Straddling him, I torture him with my fingers, marveling at how he responds like a little child, laughing in…

CFWriterz Magazine Calls For Entries For Its 2018 Edition!

CFwiterz is pleased to announce a new special issue for June 2018 focusing on the theme “Burn.” We do not particularly restrict content or style, we only ask that you bring on the best of your craft. Our writing platform focuses on Africa and Nigerians, we welcome entries from all over Africa despite starting out as a Nigerian owned platform. We offer you a great opportunity to showcase your strength and voice as an African writer. Read more about us here. Africa has gone through a lot and presently the discussions surrounding the continent constitute burning issues. We see and hear these stories but can you make it come alive in a unique way? Entrants may submit up to three previously unpublished poems, and up to 3,000 words for fiction and non-fiction. Simultaneous submissions are accepted. However, if your work is accepted elsewhere, you need to notify us. Work in translation is welcome.…

Biyankavitch #7

Archie wasn’t sure he was normal. He was certain his mind was on its way to losing itself. There he sat, in the company of three of the sexiest women he had laid his eyes on, all of them next to nude, but he was miles away from them, his thoughts on Bianca. His mind had been on this undertaking of seeking Bianca at the oddest moments. Thoughts of her would occupy him unexpectedly, forcing him to recall the intimate sessions they had shared. Sometimes they would leave him smiling to himself. Other times, they gave him reason to worry. Why had she suddenly become a distraction? Why did he feel like he constantly needed to be with her? Why did he want to threaten his present existence with fantasies of bolting away to some place with her? This was the night before his wedding, his bachelor’s eve, when he…

Be Part of the #icanbemore Young And Cerebral 2018 Essay Competition and Win Prizes

Young and Cerebral, a brand aimed at empowering, inspiring and giving a voice to the youth is declaring its annual Essay Competition for the year 2018 open. This year’s topics are centred on the core belief of the Young & Cerebral brand; Personal Fulfilment through Self-Actualization. The aim is to connect with and engage youths on issues of self-development, personal transformation & fulfilment, encourage and reward creative writing as well as promote Nigerian ideas and stories through writing. Our goal is to sustain a National Conversation about Creative Writing for Change. With that in mind, the following topics have been chosen Category 1 is open to all ages. The topic is 1. How will your raw idea change the world? The essay should not be more than 500 words. Category 2 is open to people between the ages of 18 and 35 years 2. Write about a popular Nigerian that you…

Stranger In Lagos #12

HALIM Yemi is not so comfortable with the fact that I’m taking the trip to Abeokuta with Eben. He tells me this while we make breakfast and goof around in the kitchen with kisses. “He still loves you. I don’t trust him.” “I already told him you and I are together,” I respond to him in a moan. The heat of his breath on my ear is too much to bear. He has abandoned the eggs he’s whisking to stand behind me and hold me as I dice carrots. “I still don’t trust him.” “Trust me, then.” “I do.” Yemi’s lips leave a wet spot on my shoulder. We’ve been this way since yesterday, cuddling, spooning, kissing, chatting… Nothing sexual has happened – yet. Yemi assures me that he’s not in a hurry; we’ll get there slowly. “Just be cautious with him. If he does anything stupid…” “He won’t.” I…

Biyankavitch #6

Days stretched into weeks and months and years. No leads to finding Bianca were given to Idris and Victoria, and all access Idris had to Captain was blocked. Idris had paid more than a few good private investigators to look for Bianca, but nothing good came out of the search. The couple of times Victoria visited Captain to demand Bianca’s whereabouts, Captain demanded for sexual favors in exchange for information. Victoria was now a woman who controlled Idris’ empire, a phoenix that had risen from the death of the simpleton she once used to be. Ambitious and ruthless, she had taken over the operations of the Bahago Farms after coming into a mutual agreement with Idris, to help expand the business across Africa. She had learned a thing or two from her past and had become steely in her deals. It was believed that she had made people disappear who…

Biyankavitch #5

“You must be losing your mind, Vicky.” The anger in Idris’ voice was something old and rancorous. It came from a place of disremembered memories. Victoria found his eyes burning into her when she looked into the mirror. He had a manner of expressing his anger in calm. It took a lot to get a fiery reaction from him. Inside he could be frothing with venom while he left a smile on his face. This character had made him a dangerous man to toy with in the past. He always struck his enemies with the same hands he used in feeding them. Victoria kept her stare in the mirror. It was neither cheeky nor welcoming. She denied him the pleasure of a reaction as she engaged herself in her nightly routine of warm coconut oil body massage. He had just returned home. It was almost midnight and she wasn’t sure…

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