For Sena - Bad Things Happen In Threes

By Oyesanmi Ifeduyi

This is a story about love. But don't get too excited, it's love that was doomed even before the first kiss.
Love was the first time you saw me, you fell in love with me in that moment. Love was when I got drunk and kissed her, I wasn't yours but still you got mad. I had broken your heart the first time. I didn't mean to.
Love was all those times you saw me but didn't speak to me. You were still mad. I was still oblivious.

Long Distance Relationship - Short Story

By Ifeanyi Ogbo

she stopped answering my calls. at first her phone would ring nonstop while i sat on the edge of my seat listening to her caller tune, and expecting her voice to break through the melody but it never did.
the caller tune eventually got replaced by a robotic, monotonous voice telling me the number i was trying to call was not available.

some nights, i swear i could feel a weariness in the robotic voice as if it was tired of repeating "the number you are trying to call is not available" over and over again.

Runaway Bride Dumps Fiance On Wedding Day Because He's Not A Graduate

An Anambra bride has dumped the man she was supposed to marry on their wedding day because she says he's not a graduate. She literarily abandoned him at the altar. Meanwhile, it is the same uneducated groom who sponsored her through university.

Supposedly, the former couple met while she was still a jambite. He proposed marriage and she gave the condition that she would only accept if he allowed her to go to school and pay her way. She promised to marry him after she finished.

Now no one knows what other things happened, maybe she wanted him to also go to school and he did not? Whatever, I think it was very mean to take advantage of the man like that and then dump him on the wedding day. Read the full story below....

Short Story - Spending Christmas With The Police

By Onyinye Orazulike

Would you surety someone for court bail? I did this once and got my fingers severely burnt. I thought I was doing a good thing but the person I stood in for absconded and left me feeling empty and stupid.

The lady was arrested a few days to Christmas and I couldn't stand to imagine the kind of hell she would go through in detention. Also, only God knew how long the case would last, especially when she didn’t have anyone to help her in the police. She couldn’t even afford a lawyer to begin with, worse still she appeared so ignorant she didn’t seem to realise the kind of trouble she was in.

The Top 5 Best Actresses In Nollywood 2014

By Charles Novia

As 2014 comes to an end, I and a few professional critics, keeping to the criteria we used last year, have drawn up a list once again for 2014. We watched quite a number of films which were considered outstanding and through a professional process of elimination, shortlisted names were finally arrived at.

May I state here that these actresses on this list have been judged on universal  templates for acting and not on what I term ‘perceived popularity’on red carpets, social media or feisty fan clubs. There is a clear difference between being an overt socialite with tepid performances in afterthought movies ‘just to be relevant’ and wholeheartedly taking the business of acting seriously.

Charly Boy On Being Molested At 10 And His Sexually Promiscous Teenage Years

63-year-old Nigerian entertainer, Charles Oputa Jnr, more commonly known as Charly Boy has been married to wife, Diane, for over 30 years. That sounds straightforward until you learn she is his fourth wife, and he already has a son that is 46 years old.

In a new essay titled, 'My Wandering Penis', Charly Boy opens up on his past, being molested at age 10 which led to a sexually promiscous life until is wife and Buddhism helped him gain self control. He also admits creating a gay person to help ward off his female admirers, read on..

Short Story - One Chance Christmas

By Onyinye Orabuike

It's a couple of days into the month of December, and in church Last Sunday, the minister prayed for us for Christmas gift from heaven, and the church members chorused amen as if their lives depended on it. People are pressed to meet up with different targets they set for themselves for the year. Men who had their mind set on the dream car they want to take home for Christmas are making frantic bids to maximise sales.

Single ladies who believe that this year will not pass them by are intensifying prayers. I learnt that in some forums parents who for some reasons may not be able to travel to the village for Christmas make special plans for their daughters that are of marriageable age to travel so as to increase their chance of meeting suitors.

Short Story - The Witches of Okpolo

By Onyinye Orabuike

I once shared a room with a cousin that killed mosquitoes on the wall. I tried to tell her it wasn’t right, but she would have none of it.

The sight of the dirty blood stains all over the walls made me feel as though I was living in a hunter’s bedchamber, and there was no escape. Each time I raise this with her she would accuse of being a terribly deep sleeper which explained why I could even tolerate both the mosquito bites and their sorrowful dirge.

Short Story - The Lesson of True Love

By Onyinye Orabuike

Once there lived a strong and handsome he goat, Tabi. At his prime, Tabi met and fell in love with the young and beautiful daughter of the lion. The love that sprung between them that beautiful summer grew and blossomed, as everyone watched. Theirs was true love.

Short Story - The Day Boko Haram Killed My Brother

By Onyinye Orabuike

The day started like any other until it was not. My brother was an officer in the Nigerian Army and everyday we prayed that he would survive. He was my eldest and only brother, and had stood in for both my parents since my mother died 2 years ago. I was the youngest and never knew my father.

First, my sister called and told me our brother's latest assignment that put him face to face with the terrorists and something was wrong. I couldn't believe it and dialled my brother's line immediately.

Fiction - Please Come Home To Me

By Nnamdi Okose

It hadn’t started raining everyday…

It hadn’t started raining everyday when you left or I did not notice. There was little I noticed when you were in the room. I liked pretending, eye glasses pinned low on tip of nose, flipping through Mancur Olsen’s book on stagflation. But my mind was always far from economics or anything else whenever you were there.

You never saw me peeking at the stretch marks etched across your buttocks like the scratch marks of a cat. As you bounded across the room wearing nothing but different coulours of that leopard spotted panties I liked so much but didn’t tell you; I wondered if you knew how seamlessly the stretch marks complimented those leopard spots…

I guess I never told you a lot. Like all the things I liked about you. The way you rubbed your eyes furiously when they itched. The way your smile grew so wide it was difficult not to smile with you.

Fiction - The Caged Bird Sings By Inyamu #BringBackOurGirls

It’s the end of another day, and we’re stuck in the gloominess of power cuts. The night air is chilly, a huge relief from the scorching heat of the afternoon sun.

There are candles burning, as some of the girls study, while others talk about absolutely nothing... conversations about fashion, to the comic appearance of one of the teachers to Kannywood movies. Me? I’m just sitting here, wanting more out of life as Miriam weaves my hair. Dreaming of the day when I’ll burst out of this life I am cocooned in. The life of a small village, where fear and caution has been the order of the day lately… if ever I will.

Short Story - The Fable of the Flawed Kwalari by Tola Abraham

“It is time to hear a story, we will listen, we will learn.”

The five of us gather round Mama Ibadan, singing the chorus she taught us the last time she visited, urging her to tell us a story. Mama Ibadan is father’s mother; she lives in Ibadan so we call her Mama Ibadan.
She sits up on the stool that is placed against the open kitchen door and she tucks her wrappers firmly between her legs,

A Flight Diversion - A Short Story By Chimamanda Adichie

I was woken by the pilot’s voice. In the drowsy hum of the airplane, his words crackled, and I thought I heard something about preparing to land. Could I have slept so long? I looked at the time. It was only three hours into the Lagos-to-Atlanta flight. The flight attendants were hurrying back and forth. The pilot was still speaking. “We have an emergency onboard, and we have had to divert the flight to Dakar.” I could feel the plane descending. It seemed too fast. A sweeping hollowness. My fog of sleep cleared instantly. Something was wrong, the pilot was too cryptic, the flight attendants too blank-faced, snatching up cups, urging seats straight. I thought: If I die, I hope it’s quick and I don’t know.

Molasses - A Short Story by Unoma Nwankwor

Twenty nine year old Adesuwa Eremu adjusted her eyes to the sunlight that invaded the room. This was the dawning of a new day, today she’d announce her engagement to sixty five year old Chief Xavier. She was never going to have an ordinary day again.  She turned over drawing the duvet over her head. She wished she could disappear. As a matter of fact, she had many wishes. Most essential among them, was that she had shut her mouth. She couldn’t believe the widowed millionaire was holding her to a wager she made six months ago.

Playing by Her Rules by Sifa Asani Gowon - Novel Excerpt

Kay was furious, cursing his bad luck and more convinced than ever that he was being punished for something. This time the instrument of his torture was some random lunatic woman who couldn’t drive. He had seen the shock on her face when he had come out of the car, feeling a slight pang of shame at the fear in her expression as he took a step toward her. What did she think: that he was going to attack her? As he approached he noticed that she looked unwell, her face pale with the sheen of sweat as she swayed lightly on her feet.

Fugue - Short Story by Thelma Nwogbo

She woke up with a start. Where was she? How long had she been this way? She didn't know.
No one could tell her. It was dark outside. Where was Mark?

He should be home by now. They had fellowship that evening, she was to lead the choir, Mark was to do the Bible readings. Where was Mark?

Short Story - Forgotten Love By Thelma Nwogbo

I retired to the bedroom, tired of waiting up for Derin. The room was lavish and very spacious, but it was the bed that did things to my mind and body. Especially as all the sheets were silk and the pillows were filled with what felt like feathers. No wonder the minute I got into it I always fell asleep. Except Derin was there with me of course.

Stepping Stones~ A Short Story By Unoma Nwankwor

“Excuse me, excuse me coming through” I raced through the airport, the announcer had called the final boarding call for my flight. I was about to miss my flight due to all the prayers my family insisted on having which if you ask me where excessive. Missing this flight was not an option I was willing to entertain; I had to get out of this country and fast.

Novel Excerpt - A Deal With the Devil by Myne Whitman

Hello all, hope you had a great Christmas Day. Below is a snippet from an upcoming book, published first by The Naked Convos as the final instalment in their 12 Days of Christmas series. Enjoy and please, feedback as always. Thanks!