Ayodele Arowosegbe's Crimson Clouds

Figures of speech, choice of language, grammatical structure and plot; yum! A reader’s delight! It is no longer the synopsis of Ayodele Arowosegbe’s Crimson Clouds is whetting my appetite already.  

A Little Piece of Us

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By Lucky Igbomor

It was sometime in 2005. We had no worries, and no fears. In our eyes, we were the kings of the world and we made the rules.  Life in Uniport had a lot of troubles, but as long as we stuck together, we were untouchable. People often thought that there had to be something behind our surefootedness. We were cocky and confident. We often went places and did thing we shouldn’t have done, not because we were ‘blended’ or connected but because we were blissfully ignorant.

The Unjust Misrepresentation of Tara (Episode 4)

The Unjust Misrepresentation of Tara (Episode 4)

 

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Written by Obi Difu @Obiokoroa4

 Tale 4: The Travelling Mindset

It was a year since her 'break-up' with Gbenga and the loss of her friendship with Eka. Tara was back to being alone. Being the lone ranger she was once called till Eka forced her into being friends. She relinquished the solitude; she accepted the cruel unfairness of fate.

Tara was now more lost in her thoughts than in the reality that stood before her. She ignored

What Love is

Written by @Yomiowope

Love Is.
Love is life in a bundle delivered by you to
someone with a burden; it is vulnerability
turned strength through trust. It is
founded on wisdom and has only one

The Edge of Commitment 2

Scene 2: CRIMSON LAKE

Big Boys don’t cry.

They walk with swag, chest out, dark aviator shades concealing the crimson lake; with waves which sang warm mocking parables. They keep a tight lip to mask every micro expression, like a villain who could have been on the American Fox show: LIE TO ME. Ironically…Brad lied to himself…

In defence of accent; my accent.

Written by Tobe Osigwe @ikolondigbo.

Towards the end of first half of this year, I was in Patabah Bookshop at Shoprite Adeniran Ogunsanya for Chimamanda Adichie’s Americana’s book reading. Suffice it to say that the shop was over-crowded with conscious and literate Nigerians. Ehm, who said Nigerians do 

Tobore

How did I get here? I thought to myself. I thought they said lightening does not strike in the same place twice. Once bitten, twice shy and all that hogwash but not in my case. I have been fooled again.

I have been on the floor of my bathroom for the past two days. I am yet to move an inch even as the stench of the mixture of sweat, tears and dried mucus starts to get offensive. I do not think I have the strength.

 I sit here in shorts and bra as I wait for Efe. I wait for her to come soothe my pains. She walks into the bathroom asking me for the charger of my cell phone. I shout at her asking her to go