Creative Writings Fiction 

Fiction: The Peace the Crown Stole

The peace the crown stole, he wore like a medal; a reward for the hard years. He hadn’t a care in the world who offered it as long as he had it. It was the most valuable thing he had next to his mental capacity which he discovered was larger than he was made to believe by people around, by himself. Before he died he had called me and told me his life’s tale and as he did; he looked up at the paintings of Jesus and his disciples at…

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Creative Writings Non-Fiction 

Nonfiction: Empty Barrels Get Filled Too

“I wish you could see what I can see in you and love it all the way I do. – Self-esteem” -Natasha Dubalia   As humans, we have the tendency to impress, prove wrong and in the process prove our worth. We crave to be wanted, admired and accepted. God forbid it goes the other way. A lot of times, we are so eager to please, prove to the world that they are wrong. We are not what they say we are; we are not empty barrels. Forgetting the fact…

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Creative Writings Non-Fiction 

Adetutu’s Corner: The Bulb in my Head

THE BULB IN MY HEAD   I like to imagine that my head has a light bulb that comes on whenever I get an idea and shines extra bright depending on how great the idea is. Well, don’t blame me – I watched a lot of cartoons while I was growing up which made me think so. To be honest, I am not so pumped about writing this anymore, because I think I am losing the fire, but I shall continue. Growing up, you want to be a lot of…

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Lifestyle Motivational 

Ireoluwa by Adetutu Adedoyin

  IREOLUWA Hey little grown-up one, Before I begin, please tell me they call you by your rightful name? I mean the one I know you by; the one I would probably call you before I think of any other one you were given. My heart aches because I think the answer is negative. It doesn’t exactly matter as long as they know who bears whichever of your names they have chosen to call you. okay okay! I am getting distracted Almost all my life, you have followed me. I…

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Creative Writings 

Personal Reflection: Don’t colour me Anonymous

  DON’T COLOUR ME ANONYMOUS   I would love to be like Lagbaja, but my name is not Tamedu and neither is he my father. My father has a known name, just as his fathers before him and I have mine. The one people know me as, the one people often practice words and antonyms with and all other sort of things one could think of when my name is shortened, but never disregard. It’s such a shame that I thought of giving it up for the sake of expressing…

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Contributions Motivational Non-Fiction Opinions 

I RUN MOST TIMES FROM THINGS I DON’T WANT HOLDING ON TO ME ANYMORE

  Almost everyone is a runner. Whether it is towards something or away from something, almost everyone runs. Those who don’t run are either walkers or flyers, either way, they are movers. The sad thing is, people often run away from things they shouldn’t and run towards things waiting to destroy them. Sometimes, just because we breathe in and out, things chase us. A lot of people have missed their ways because they don’t know why they are running in the first place. They see someone running in one direction…

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Contributions Opinions Poetry 

ADETUTU’S CORNER: DEAR PAST

  Dear Past, Remember me? The country child whose happiness you took away? Remember the flowing gowns with ribbons tied into bows at the back? Remember we cried together during the times I had it rough? You were so reluctant to go So I couldn’t grow quickly   I am not done yet Don’t look away Remember the failed relationships and how angry they made me? The promises? Remember the reassuring smiles and words of people who only had their eyes on the goal and moved away immediately they got…

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ADETUTU’S CORNER: FROM A MAD MAN’S PERSPECTIVE

    Typical humans! Anyone who doesn’t behave the conventional way is regarded as this You see us smile as you drive by and shake your head in pity You are the one who should be pitied You can not see the lizards crawling over your bodies You are dressed in well-cut suits, alluring dresses and lovely shoes yet flies hover round you Like refuse dumped by the roadside   We talk about people dancing and we join in Singing as well, yet you cross over to the other side…

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ADETUTU’S CORNER: THANKFUL

  For the smiles that reach the heart Laughter that touches the soul The sun that shines so bright  The birds that sing during the day  And the crickets that keep the night alive   For the air given to us for free Sleeping and waking without aches Walking, talking, eating, drinking without difficulties  The ability to pass wastes away Safety, sound health, wisdom and understanding    For the knowledge acquired through the course of time  The ability to discern honesty and sincerity of the heart and true intentions.  Houses…

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ADETUTU’S CORNER: CHURCH

They don’t see beyond where their physical sight allows Maybe all they need is to increase their height Where is the light? The one that used to shine all night Being slowly murdered by ignorance Forcing oneself into a trance They sing and the people dance When they preach They fail to teach That which is important And then we realise we really need the ant Wallowing in self-righteousness Leaving those who are perishing in sickness Now I understand why the speaker said A church is not a museum for…

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