by Damola Oluwemimo Oral tradition, or oral lore, is a form of human communication wherein knowledge, art, ideas, and cultural material is received, preserved, and transmitted orally from one generation to another. This is done mainly through speeches or songs that include folktales, ballads, chants/praises, prose, and even verses. This made it possible for a […]
Recalling Our Forgotten Stories: Africa’s Oral Tradition Read More »
The first step to structuring a good story is by developing your characters and plot. Take some time to brainstorm on the characters and plot you’ll empoly in your story putting in mind that they mustn’t be boring. Brainstorming would help a lot as it could birth characters and plot that would make the story an interesting one .
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The birth mark at the back of my neck was from cigarettes stubs that Baami pressed on my neck when I first came to this world. They said I died a lot of time, more like a premium Abiku, I’m sure you must have heard about us too.
WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO DIE AGAIN? – Ololade Edun Read More »
Let me Go!
I’m definitely more powerful
Wittier
Smarter
and I even have a plan.
Murewa Ademola- Idowu. – TribeLead. Read More »
You smell of cocoa butter and vanilla.
I know because I’ve held you in my arms
Although never as a lover
It’s funny how I know almost every detail about you
Cocoa Butter and Vanilla – Jomiloju Zoltan. Read More »
“Fake It
Till you make it”
The noise of it f(ee)ls the air.
Marching along the highways
Some zap by at the speed of light
And others r(high)de on wings of flying dinosaurs;
Or so they thought.
FAKE IS….WHAT(??) – Maradesa Ebenezer. Read More »
“Go tie your wrapper well, can’t you see, you have started growing breasts?”, Said ubunkhei, my 14-year old male best-friend. Mami and Papi always told me to tie my wrappers well too, especially when going to the stream because “evil spirits were always looking for people as wives and husbands” I never took any of them serious, I always felt safe in my village.
Two Lovely Fellows.- Ezekwe Jessica Chidinma Read More »
That day the preacher-man went mad, everything he did was against the church itself. When he preached, he stamped his feet on the white tiles and clasped the microphone between his palms. When he sang, the church muffled and swayed from here to there like an Iroko tree blown by the desert wind. He called out verses – he carefully picked the verses – the ones that were long, long enough to throw the congregation in disarray of whispers.
The Madman and his congregation.- Isaiah Adepoju Read More »
Stone,
Someone dig the ground to find you
Blood, shed for your sack
In believe that you can be gold
Mixed with fire you scream for help
DEAR STONE – Jesse Okeleye Benedict Read More »
Is it really about a biological clock, or morelike a culturally imposed timeline informed by an outdated notion that in the absence of a husband – what have youreallyachieved in life?
MARRIED AT 30 – Flavia Boris Read More »