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Wednesday, January 23, 2013

A READER'S FARAD


Book Title: Farad
Author: Emmanuel Iduma
Publisher: Parresia books
Pages: 207

There are eight distinct stories in Farad and each story introduces the major players in a church drama that climaxed in the penultimate story. "Farad” is a child of many disciples and it is obvious that its writer is a connoisseur of books. Through his characters, Iduma reels out book titles, quotes, and flaunts his healthy reading appetite. He takes us through Literature, philosophy, psychology. There is a fusion of these disciplines as he relates them to the thoughts of his characters, sometimes random, sometimes crucial.


Thursday, June 21, 2012

I AM NIYI, AND I'M A TERRORIST

KAYODE'S OPENING: The piece that follows was written by Niyi Ademoroti. Some are sure he's the babe in our homosexual relationship. I'll obviously be the dude. I like to dish it, hehehe. He is @Toybaba on Twitter. You might wanna exercise caution about following him because apparently, hitting his "follow button" might take you to the fantastic country of Narnia. Fantastic as in fantasy. I mean, who cares about terrorists that don't bag 72 hymens after they're done?

This is my second piece after my brief hiatus and you'll find out that I still suck. The title of this has absolutely nothing to do with the piece itself and I am not sorry for disappointing or misleading you, infact that was my intention. I must stress at this point that if you ɑre not witty, you will not find this funny so kindly fuck off right now, FLEE! If you indeed ɑre witty you also will not find it funny because it is not meant to be, I lost my sense of humor to a male prostitute who raped me. -__-Have you ever dreamt of the futuree, I mean not


Wednesday, February 10, 2010

SWINGS AND ROUNDABOUTS: ONE GIRL'S TALE

Kayode's Opening: This fantastic piece about a girl and the uncertainties of life was written by Kikelomo Adebiyi, a friend from the Twitterati. She's @kikee03 on Twitter and blogs on Kikelomoadebiyi's Blog, in case you wanna miss my "middlemanship" completely. You can go find her, or you could simply use those links I provided. You are of course welcome. Oh, and enjoy what she has to offer.


Whither?
I’ll be turning 23 in the next few days and I have no idea as to where my life is headed. I’ve always prided myself in being able to make the right decisions in whatever I do, maybe because I’m too proud to ask for advice or I’m just trying to prove to myself that I’m strong and mature enough to take bold steps, but at the end of the day, those so called ‘right decisions’ usually turn awry and I end up having to seek for assistance. I’ve


Tuesday, February 9, 2010

EVIL FRIENDS FROM THE DARKNESS OF THE OCCULT COVEN

It sha has coven inside, abi?


KAYODE'S OPENING: This was "write" by Oduwusi Pelumi, @youngprincejosh on Twitter. Ladies, he's not normally a writer but as you people will say, "Gosh, he's fine!" Whether I think he needs to bulk up isn't the issue here, because frankly, I wasn't supposed to write the preceding, but give this a quick read. It's one man's thoughts on witchcraft... or NOT!

Before you read this, I would like to apologize for this article or post or whatever its called. I'm normally not a writer. I guess like the prophets of the old days, the spirit of writing falls on me once in a long while. Doesn't mean the writing is good, the spirit just falls.



Monday, February 1, 2010

THE ITALIAN CONNECTION

Kayode's Opening: He's almost certainly crazy and probably belongs in an "institution" somewhere but boy does he turn out great stuff. He's Rolands Ndu Akpe (some name, I know) and @Bloody_Voyeur on Twitter. He writes what he calls poetry on Bloodywrits. As you may have noticed, he's a bloodthirsty, thieving son of a golden pen. You'll love this story. Enjoy.





I’ve been known to lie a bit; a lot of times, that is. I’ve been known to steal not much; I never get caught. I’m not mythomanic or klepto or anything, and so would therefore advice you, dear reader, to fucking put away that bowl of salt you’re about to take a pinch of! I’m sorry I swore, but I swear by the haematophilic gods of my fathers that whatever words shall come after this sentence shall be the truth and nothing but not the truth.