As usual, the pictures of me will be going down at the end of the day. By the way, no mind my infrequent pulling of these supposed-to-be-reg...

Iphey looked up briefly in shock to see Chinedu waiting on her answer, half in anticipation, the other half as vulnerable as a child. His ey...

(Comment Verification has been removed) Hey, Mr. handsome guy You can’t really be shy For you seemed so fly Whenever you come by With...

Some of you may have heard or played the word game Balderdash, well there's a blogger version. I first saw the Balderdash Word Verificat...

BLOG IN TRANSITION As most of you know, I manage the site NaijaStories.com, a blog for collecting and sharing stories and writings by Nige...

Chinedu picked Iphey up at seven after work on a Friday evening. Iphey wore black pants, a burgundy camisole and black short sleeved classy ...

So a lot has been said recently in some blogging quarters on this issue of marriage, and I have decided to chip in my bit. Some may say I ca...

Ngozi whisked the eggs steadily, slowly adding butter and sugar, swiftly turning them in, it was a very calming process, her mind wandered.....

So Lilah Pierce of The Good Grief writer is hosting a BlogFest for the The Last Line . Endings have always been very important to me. Whe...

I dream the ringing up From the depths of my wishes Yet when I listen closely The phone is really beeping Are you really calling? Or am...