I mounted my motorcycle to make my way back home. My job was done for the day, or rather night. I longed to collapse upon my fluffy bed. The cool early morning breeze blew against my hair and caressed my cheeks. The clock had barely struck five. At the bus stop, I noticed her - … Continue reading The Night Shift – a short story to celebrate the International Day of the Girl Child.
I also get confused about this thing called purpose. One minute I'm like “Eureka! This is it!” And the next, I'm like: What should I do next? Is this where I'm supposed to be? I hope I'm not stuck? What am I supposed to be doing? So, after this, what next? Is this really it? … Continue reading The puzzle of purpose.
Who is a teacher? A teacher is a trainer A leader, a mentor A teacher is a guide A guard, a pointer A teacher would have been a carpenter but chose to drill in knowledge like nail to wood. A teacher would have been a tailor but chose to weave wisdom like thread to cloth. … Continue reading Celebrating World Teachers’ Day.
My grandmother is an avid story teller. She has the gift of describing events in a way that you get the perfect picture. As such, I love listening to her stories. One day, mama came back from the farm fatigued and stressed. She laid down the bag that was half filled with freshly harvested maize … Continue reading Stories my grandmother told me.
A terrifying tranquility extinguishing explosions Silencing sounds of shots Cries of freedom tears of joy blotting out blood stains of war Ushering in peace. ©Zizywrites #poetry
AMAZING GRACE. Dragged in – guilty and ashamed naked and exposed shattered and displaced embarrassed and disgraced Condemned to death! Afraid!! Walked out – vindicated and bold clothed and shielded whole and defended mended and restored honoured and lifted Opportune to live again! Redeemed!! “Stone her! ” “Stone her!! ” the eerie sound of condemnation … Continue reading Amazing Grace (a poem).
I sat down by the river bank casting my cares Thinking about my deepest fears Feeling like I've been pierced by a thousand spears And being chased by a million bears I closed my eyes and broke into tears Wishing that this crazy feeling didn't catch me unawares I felt like danger was approaching near … Continue reading FEAR (a poem)
1. Ebube started writing at eleven. She started by writing a book titled “THE HEROINES” but unfortunately it got missing before she could complete it. 2. Ebube writes by picking up her pen and letting her imagination take hold of her. Generally, she writes about life, making a difference and development but most of her … Continue reading 4 quick facts about Ebube the budding young writer.
As a writer, my dream has always been to help budding young writers by coaching, grooming, mentoring and showcasing their talent. Also, I hope to have an academy to teach them how to sharpen their skills and use them for profit. Well, until then this is me doing the little I can. Last time, I … Continue reading Meet Ebube the budding young writer.
As I approached the CRV, my eyes widened and my jaw dropped in disbelief. The shirt of the elegant looking man had been ripped apart and his suit was hanging on one shoulder. The fabulous woman - his wife - was being yanked away forcefully from him and dragged to a corner while the children … Continue reading The little things (4)