Dear hater or whatever your name is, Usually I don’t dignify you all with an answer but one of you in PBWB Haters Inc. did the most stupid and cowardly thing […]
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Broken Bridge of Memories 3: The African Cinderella…Elizabeth’s Story
Eight year old Elizabeth was used to seeing women come and go in her father’s life. She was the fourth child. Her three older brothers had been borne to her […]
Read moreBroken Bridge of Memories 2: Omolara’s Story
As the sun glistened in the afternoon sky, Sale walked into his wife’s eating place with a young maiden carrying a few bundles of clothing. Omolara, the eldest of nine […]
Read moreBroken Bridge Of Memories 1: Nancy’s Story
I’ve often wondered about the mad man I see walking naked on the street. He rummages through rubbish bins. After he has eaten his fill of the decaying rubbish, he […]
Read moreDEEVA PROSE: The Bondage Of Superstition
I was nursing my three month old son one day, when I noticed two wall geckos chasing each other on my wall. “What!” I exclaimed to myself, “enough already, this […]
Read morePOEM: Nigeria’s Pride
We come from a land where the hills overlook vast grassland; The rain forest with the palm trees and strong timber A place where maidens play in the river and […]
Read moreDEEVA PROSE: Keeping Our African Values – by Peace Ben Williams
When I was a little girl, we grew up on folk stories as is typical with every African child in my time. We were always excited when we found adults […]
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