PostsCommentsPayoutsgojosator (55)in Freewriters • 22 hours 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 (55)in Freewriters • 2 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 (55)in Freewriters • 4 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 (55)in Freewriters • 5 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 (55)in Reflections • 7 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 (55)in Freewriters • 8 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 (55)in Freewriters • 9 days ago25 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 (55)in Freewriters • 10 days ago24 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 (55)in Freewriters • 11 days ago22 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 (55)in Freewriters • 13 days agoZapfic 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 (55)in Freewriters • 14 days ago19 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 (55)in #freewrite • 15 days ago18 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 (55)in Freewriters • 17 days ago16 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 hergojosator (55)in Reflections • 19 days agoWhen Dreams Meet Reality: The Cost of Growing Up in a Third-World CountryThere is a certain ache you learn to live with when you grow up in a third-world country, especially after attining adulthood, an ache that settles quietly in your chest, reminding you every day that dreaminggojosator (55)in Freewriters • 20 days ago13 November 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2920: minorityAdam wasn’t just a minority in Nigeria he was a minority everywhere. He came from a tribe so small that most Nigerians didn’t know it existed, He was from Taraba State and those who did often mispronouncedgojosator (55)in Freewriters • 21 days ago12 November 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2919: the wrong formulaIn the quiet of the Waec exam hall, only the turning of papers could be heared and even the fans could not do anything about the heat but still Musa’s pen moved fast too fast. He had studied all night,gojosator (55)in Freewriters • 23 days ago10 November 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2917: the wrong mechanismWhen K.B lost his junior brother, the world turned quiet too quiet, tears flowed uncontrollably. He was like a child sobbing uncontrollably with mucus hanging fromhis nose. It was the kind of silence thatgojosator (55)in Freewriters • 24 days ago9 November 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2916: characteristically quietIn Lasgidi, there lived a man named Suleiman, known by everyone simply as Sullex . He wasn’t the loud type. Never had been, since his time in primary school, he was always voted most reserved or most quiet.gojosator (55)in Freewriters • 25 days ago8 November 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2915: space, manWhen David finally married Amara, they thought love/marriage meant always being together. The first months were beautiful they shared toothbrush cups, late night laughter, text messages about nothing evengojosator (55)in Freewriters • 26 days ago7 November 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2914: fence of offence In crescent city, where everyone knew everyone, and privacy was treated like something foreign and a taboo, everyone was like a neighbor. Halima had learned to keep to herself, she had created a sort of
