PostsCommentsPayoutsgojosator (57)in The Ink Well • 2 days agoA Day in the Life(FICTION)By the time Moses had walked for about one hour under the sun he was already exhausted, he already knew he was in trouble. It sat in his pocket and weighed almost nothing, the coins. A few coins knockinggojosator (57)in Reflections • 3 days agoFirst Flight, First Lagos experienceI remember this happening when i was in my first year of university, i was supposed to take the flight to Abuja from Lagos but i had to travel to Lagos first from school first . It was my first time andgojosator (57)in Reflections • 4 days agoThe Japa/Migration ConversationThe migration conversation, popularly called Japa in Nigeria has for quite some time in Nigeria moved far beyond jokes and hashtags, it has become a lived reality that shapes how I see my past and my present.gojosator (57)in Reflections • 7 days agoA Conversation...................Yesterday turned out to be more memorable than I expected considering it was a anticipated stressful day, that i just wanted to go smoothly and end, when I went to sign and submit my project work at school.gojosator (57)in Freewriters • 10 days ago15 December 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2952: the next depression For Gen Z in Nigeria, it arrived like a bad network signal. One day you could refresh your screen and see opportunity and the next day, everything loaded endlessly and nothing appeared. Jobs promised ingojosator (57)in Freewriters • 11 days ago14 December 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2951: a dreaded report The report cards used to arrived every thursday, thick papers, put inside brown envelopes, sealed with the school emblem like a warning. From the moment the class prefect began calling names, a heavinessgojosator (57)in Freewriters • 15 days ago10 December 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2947: the other waiterThere was this small restaurant I visited almost every morning, on my way to work partly for the tea they brewed, but mostly because of “her” the other waiter. She wasn’t the one calling out orders orgojosator (57)in Freewriters • 22 days ago3 December 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2940: one minute left The hall was silent except for the scratching of pens and the ticking of the wall clock. Tunde stared at the final question, the one he had avoided for the past two hours. His mind was blank completely,gojosator (57)in Freewriters • 23 days ago2 December 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2939: a session musician Kunle “Strings” Adeyemi was the force behind countless Lagos hits, every cast had his name in it, but buried deep amongst those acknowledged but no one ever looked that deep, he was a session musiciangojosator (57)in Freewriters • 25 days ago30 November 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2937: impound the ship!The sun had almost set, it was now orange in the sky over Alexandria’s harbor, reflecting on the British gunboat drifting in like an unwelcome bad omen. Fishermen paused, merchants stopped haggling, andgojosator (57)in Freewriters • 26 days agoZapFic Friday - SteepRain hammered the rusted roof as pops stared at the ledger. Debts climbed like kilimanjaro mountain with no way down. But when his young daughter slipped a crayon drawing into his hand, two figures holdinggojosator (57)in Reflections • 28 days agoLiving With Anxiety in a Country That Pretends It Doesn’t ExistLiving with anxiety in a third-world country often feels like fighting a silent war in a place where no one believes the battlefield is real, its like your shadow boxing to people. Here, anxiety isn’tgojosator (57)in Freewriters • 29 days ago26 November 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2933: fool’s goldIn otiti village, everyone knew when somebody suddenly “hammered.”(that means became rich or succesful) New cloths, loud greetings, fresh swagger, new cars, huge mansion in the village, in short moneygojosator (57)in Freewriters • last month25 November 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2932: invisible dog Everyone in the neighborhood thought Kene was always talking to himself when he was outside walking about. Walking around Ajah with an empty leash, calling, “Ndu! Come here!” would make anyone look suspiciousgojosator (57)in Freewriters • last month24 November 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2931: not quit yetTimi stared at his screen, refreshing the Ecency app for the tenth time that evening. Always looking at the notification section. Another post, another single upvote but it was not valuable, the rewardgojosator (57)in Freewriters • last month22 November 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2929: trailing behindAmina’s slippers flapped against the red earth as she ran through the narrow streets of Kawo. The evening sun dipped low, it was yellowish-orange sunset. Market women were packing up their tomatoes andgojosator (57)in Freewriters • last monthZapfic FridayThe neighbors cursed the noise of her generator. The Company hadn’t brought light in days, yet the government promised “electricity”. When officials arrived to collect electricity levies, she laughed.gojosator (57)in Freewriters • last month19 November 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2926: stake through his artMark never believed love could hurt. Not the way razors cut, not the way fire burns, but he found himself wishing for physical pain than whatever this pain was. He believed in love wholeheartedly withoutgojosator (57)in #freewrite • last month18 November 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2925: not the usual flavourIn Kad city, everyone loved Musa’s suya. People said it tasted different, spicier and tastier than anything they had ever tried. Some joked that he had a secret ingredient, Others said he must have madegojosator (57)in Freewriters • last month16 November 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2923: a can full of kisses When Mina moved to Kano for her new job, it was the first time she'd left her hometown where she'd grown and been all her life. The keke napeps hissed, the streets buzzed, and the people rushed past her
