The issue of love and dating has been far stretched over the years so much so that the original intention is swiftly waxing cold. To love someone is to love the person’s entirety both the flaws and perfection. It is a choice to constantly adore a person knowing fully well that you would still see […]
How Far Is Too Far In A Godly Relationship?
How Libraries Can Quickly Boost Book Sales In 5 Simple Steps
Although it seems like the thing of the past, the fact is that libraries still sell books and attract millions of readers worldwide. The magic of good old books will never disappear, but it is getting increasingly difficult to think of new ways to grow the number of customers. Online retailers, bookstores, and similar outlets […]
Poetry – Dear Lord, A Letter For You
Dear Lord, We work in haste But we end up in vain We strive to live Yet, we have no peace. Days and days, we toiled. Yet fruitfulness is what we lacked Sweats of our labour dropped daily From our dust-formed body. We laboured without rest Yet we eat like an ant Still wanting to […]
Poetry – Second Death
From the Brooks of fantasy. The boom of a coming legs makes a glorious call. This so gratifying not to be compared To the funeral calls of our politicians and corps. Not for the growth of our nation, But to add more loins to our necks. And our sweat abroad for their slave Masters. While […]
Short Story – Danfo Trouble.
‘Obalende’, ‘Cms’ ‘Balende’,’Cmx’ I heard the conductor chanting beautifully the names of the bus stop I was headed. I walked majestically into the bus followed by a resounding greeting from the conductor. Wow… that’s a first and this must be a good ride, saying to myself as i took my seat strategically by the window, […]
Poetry – Everywhere In Nowhere
Darkness Silence Scowls of wickedness In the deathly quietness Of the valley of nothingness Here I am in a place of plenty spaces Set in a game of endless races Sweating, panting, hurting There is anywhere And then everywhere But there is nowhere Where life gets scary and absurd Yet, I cannot abscond I’m brought […]
Poetry – Maanu
Maanu … down in my pot up on my team Maanu A red yellow drip a blur of reddish red. Maanu … drip betwixt my Palm. As I press, press hot seeds of palm Maanu. You dangle ripe up, upon the tree Maanu, beauty I adore You are down in my pot. Submitted byAneuPoetAuthor Picture






