PostsCommentsPayoutszerah (64)in The Ink Well • 6 days agoThe Fall Of Mama Chinedu The Fall Of Mama Chinedu It was a quiet Friday, the kind of day I had sought for weeks. There was no work for me that day. It was officially a public holiday. The kids were home too. There was no school.zerah (64)in Freewriters • 10 days agoPicture Prompt- A Worker And His DogPicture Prompt- A Worker And His Dog He bends to fix what’s broken, Hands busy but steady, giving it his all. Dusty clothes, sweaty face, It's all work but no fun Beside him is a friend with patient eyes.zerah (64)in The Ink Well • 14 days agoWithout CreditWithout Credit I remember the loud chatter at the office that morning. The slightest sound of fingers tapping restlessly against keyboards was as if I had a band group playing in my head. The fluorescentzerah (64)in The Ink Well • 19 days agoI Let Him Slip AwayI Let Him Slip Awayzerah (64)in The Ink Well • 21 days agoThe King’s CurseThe King’s Curse The night Prince Dawit was born, the sky over Axum darkened, cloudless. The stars hid as if they were scared, and a weird, heavy breeze blew. There was panic in the land, especially inzerah (64)in The Ink Well • 24 days agoThe Library of Unwritten BooksThe Library of Unwritten Books As a small girl, Adaeze used to leave half-finished stories she wrote everywhere. In her writing pad, her jotter, the back page of her school exercise books. From a songzerah (64)in The Ink Well • 27 days agoTo Good To Be Bad To Good To Be Bad I first met Ngozi at Mama Chinedu's sitting room one cloudy evening as I returned from work. She was sitting comfortably on my favourite couch. I'm in Mama Chinedu's sitting room, andzerah (64)in The Ink Well • 29 days agoBeneath The Ocean Beneath The Ocean “Kola, you need to see this.” Maya's voice sliced through the hum of the servers. I was almost about to hit the sack. But I pulled myself up and walked to her. "Morse code,"zerah (64)in The Ink Well • last monthThe Morning CommuteThe Morning Commute The bus still smells of yesterday's sweat from tired bodies, dust from the road, and faint traces of fuel from the empty gallon nestled in-between the driver's seat and the frame. Izerah (64)in The Ink Well • last monthThe Last ShipThe Last Ship. A tongue of salt water stretched into the city licking the edges of the cracked asphalt as if it was tasting its next meal. Waves splashed into buildings that once stood proud but now we'rezerah (64)in The Ink Well • last monthThe Invisible War The Invisible War September 4, 2025. Lagos Island. Lagos is the opposite of itself. No danfo horns, no hawkers shouting, no Afrobeat spilling from speakers in roadside shops. The streets are as dead aszerah (64)in The Ink Well • 2 months agoWritten In StarsWritten In Stars. When I first moved to Lagos, I didn't know what to expect. All I went with was a dream and an offer letter from a firm I had applied to online. A few weeks into my stay there, I fellzerah (64)in The Ink Well • 2 months agoThe Burnt PlantainThe Burnt Plantain Saturday mornings always smelled of fried plantain and laughter in their house. Tonia stood in their small kitchen, spatula in hand turning the slices of ripe plantain in the siz-zlingzerah (64)in The Ink Well • 2 months agoDiscrepancies Discrepancies The email in my inbox sat like a future obstacle I can't get rid of. Subject: Meeting at 10 a.m. to discuss report discrepancies. It read. It was from my boss. My hands shook as I clickedzerah (64)in The Ink Well • 2 months agoThe King’s DiceThe King’s Dice The palace was too quiet for the little boy who ruled the kingdom. Pharaoh Khamudi sat on his golden throne, drumming his fingers on the armrest watching his priests chant verses he hadzerah (64)in The Ink Well • 2 months agoBehind The Wheel Behind The Wheel The road back from the market was as busy as ever. I didn't blame them, it was rush hour. Drivers were swerving carelessly, and yellow danfo buses hit their brakes without warning, allzerah (64)in The Ink Well • 2 months agoCurbsideCurbside I watched Mr Cortez from the window of my office, whistling and doing his job joyfully. He has gained weight in a few weeks since he started working for me. I smiled. I was happy to be able tozerah (64)in The Ink Well • 2 months agoThe Last ShipThe Last Ship When the Ocean Pearl left the dock that morning, I had nothing else on my mind other than my wife's beautiful smile and the sweet smell of her coconut sunscreen. It was our first holidayzerah (64)in The Ink Well • 2 months agoTime Against Me Time Against Me 4:00 a.m. I heard the alarm ring so loudly. I struggled to open my eyes. They were heavy and seemed like they needed more rest. Finally, I got them open and stared at the ceiling for threezerah (64)in The Ink Well • 2 months agoVoluntary Hostageuntary Hostage The taste of Mama Idy's bole (roasted plantain) and beans filled my taste buds. My hands were tightly gripped around my phone. I was so engrossed with the latest trending gist online. Anita
