Short Story

STORY NUMBER 4 by Elizabeth Johnson – Winner of The Random Thoughts Prize in Creative Fiction

January 15, 2018

This week on The Random Thoughts features a story by Elizabeth Johnson who won our Writing Competition with a simplistic, vivid twist on sisterhood.  Read her interview and then the story: 1.You have had a while to reflect on the win, what does it mean to you? The win just comes to show that if […]

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Pretty girl cries – Day 5

October 3, 2017

Mama knew what he was doing but Mama felt powerless, Didn’t even believe it Mama knew she had an obligation To her child, but Mama was tired of being lonely So scared of being single and While he was too far from being perfect in her eyes Mama felt like He was better than nothing. […]

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Aqua Sky: By David Ephraim

August 9, 2017

The church is filled to capacity. The mid-day sun is shining remorselessly bright through the windows of the church. I notice my eyes are red with a quick glance at my reflection in the mirror. I shouldn’t be crying. Now is the time for happiness. I’m getting married. A buzzing sound fills the air, and […]

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Home Alone: By Chinua Ezenwa-Ohaeto

August 5, 2017

The rain started with a rush of the wind that slashed open the pots sitting at the edge of the hut. Their covers were displaced as if the wind had been without food for days. It had been like this in my village, Nkwerre, for weeks. It was June, the beginning of rainy season. I […]

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Matilda’s cross – By Sharon Imarhiagbe

July 26, 2017

Matilda woke up to a disturbingly high-pitched hum coming from the television. She reached for the remote controller which was seated beside her. After reducing the volume of the television, she checked the time from the clock hanging lazily on the wall. “Past midnight,” she confirmed. It wasn’t the first time Kingsley, her husband, would come […]

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For the men who we choose to forget: By Zoey Newman

July 21, 2017

Mornings in Selemku begin with the discovery and lynching of another boy-girl. Their bodies are dragged out on the street, scraping against the coarse tar. Through the sheathed glass of my room’s window, I see the stern faces of the men who tie up the boy-girls and wound old tyres around their necks. I can […]

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Stained Asphalt: By Anthony Madukwe Winner of The Random Thoughts Prize in Creative Fiction and Poetry.

July 18, 2017

This week on The Random Thoughts features a story by Anthony Madukwe who won our Writing Competition with a simplistic, vivid story.  Read his interview and the story: Stained Asphalt If you gripped my shoulders today, shook me hard and yelled at me to say just one thing to my younger self, I would laugh […]

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A Family unit – Poetry on Domestic Violence by Arinzechukwu Patrick featuring Kofi Eghan

June 17, 2017

It’s hard to exit toxic relationships. For example the family unit, some people just learn to endure a certain kind of pain that they get used to it. Like every form of training, physical and verbal abuse, over time, becomes hard to decolonize. Achebe once said, “Being Nigerian is abysmally frustrating and unbelievably exciting.” It […]

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Home Away from Home: Random Thoughts By Kofi Eghan

May 6, 2017

Sometimes my life is like an open book. So fragile that even the winds could flip through its pages. Sometimes my life is as hard as a rock. So firm and rooted that even the waters cannot wash away. Sometimes I need some time alone. Not to be lonely, but to be alone. Sometimes I […]

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How Igbo Women Greet

April 29, 2017

As a boy aunties used to come from the village and rushed into our house to hug my mother. They each had a unique way they greeted, some began by shouting hysterically from outside and calling my mother’s first name, dropping everything they had on the floor and not letting the car stop. And when […]

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Stranger Daughter

April 21, 2017

I lay on the ground reading a book when my daughter, Elsa, walked passed me and sat on the couch I plopped my legs crossed at the ankle. Elsa sighed loudly as if a heft had just been thrown down on her slender shoulders; remitting subtle signals of distress was her way of getting my […]

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The cleansing

January 31, 2017

Your mother became obsessed with diviners. The future plagued her- she wanted to know everything will be fine. Your mother went to friends- some of who took her to places they felt will solve her problems, Pastors, Prophets and Jack of all spiritual trades. She had a generous heart and never thought of herself alone, […]

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Nigerians at the American embassy

January 25, 2017

Your mother walks in your room and wakes you up from your deep slumber, you jerk as she taps your feet.  “Nne bulie maka go slow o, uzor by this time ga di free,” She says. You sit, use a hand to shield your eyes from the bright room light and peer at the wall […]

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THE CHRONICLES OF A MADMAN – The Punishment | By Dele Dassou

January 11, 2017

By default, I am a lazy person. I could lay down all day and do nothing but read away the time. I could lazy about like that for one week straight. You’re asking what I do for a living, sey? Gbéborun, mind your own affairs. Having been thus apprised, the good reader is advised to […]

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