ALL THE RIGHT THINGS by Ikeoluwa Adegboye.

When I was guessing what kind of writing my friends would send in for the guest blogging series, I automatically assumed Ike would do a lifestyle sort of article because well, she’s fantastic at it. Check her blog, you’ll see what I mean. So when she sent me a short story I was like wawu!!!…

TO LEAVE OR NOT TO LIVE, by Marve Michael

I’ve known Marve since she was 7 or 8, and I’ve only ever know her to be extremely sprightely, spirited. So to reach deep and dig out this poem, this sad poem that needs talking about, that highlights the horrible crime that is rape, attests to what I often tell her; that she needs to…

MY LUCKY NUMBER 10 by Banke Ogundairo

I have always insisted that Banke, my dear friend of 10 years can make a career out of writing if she took it seriously. When you read this piece where she coincidentally writes about 10 being her lucky number, you will agree with me. She discusses growing up with 9 siblings, the friendship of it…

CRUSHED HIBISCUS by Phidelia Imiegha

Something to begin your weekend with guys. This short story by Phidelia. I thought it was sad and beautiful at the same time. Your earliest memory is of a rainy day in your father’s old house, with your father yelling loudly at you, almost as loud as the sound of the heavy rain outside. You…

ON RAPE CULTURE, BILL COSBY AND YOUR NEIGHBOUR UNCLE

So I stumbled on this piece that Teju Cole did for the New Inquiry in reaction to the ongoing Bill Cosby rape issue. I recently wrote about how rape victims remain victims and the perpetrators are hardly spoken about just because popular culture has made it so. How long will rapists be given a free…

CONCRETE GIRL….. By Ed-Samuel Adegboye

#LongRead Her skin was smooth and coffee brown, she was starting to show the soft curves that would lead many-a-men astray, her eyes were captivating; brown, large, beautiful eyes. Her  laughter reminded me of the tinkling of a wind chime, it sounded almost magical, the grace with which she moved captivated even I her father,…

THE SAKA DIARIES 3 (Me And My Bicycle)

After such a long wait, Saka is back guys. Yayyyy. Read previous Saka Episodes here and here and the fresh episode below. Don’t forget to let Saka know your thoughts. Leave your comments. Enjoy!!! …Ayahhhhh, what model of trouble did I set myself up for? I sometimes just lapse into bouts of self-pity, and drift…

Lessons from the tarmac by Bayo Owolabi

A couple of days ago, I was sitting in a plane for 4 hours on the tarmac of the Murtala Muhammed International Airport in Lagos waiting for a flight to take off. As were taxiing away, the captain noticed an anomaly with one of the engines and stopped to investigate with the ground crew. So…

RED PILLS KILL… By Ed.

I look at her across the room, and I can feel the pity pour into my eyes, I shake my head to clear it. Is there something I am missing? Why has she chosen to sail on this ship? A crescent shaped ship never goes anywhere even when blown by the most fortuitous of winds;…

BT EXCLUSIVE. Why We Are Different.

Holyhill Church in Abuja marks it’s 3rd Anniversary this week. On the 30th of October to be precise, and plans for a three day programme is underway. Pastor Poju Oyemade, Conveyner of The Platform Nigeria and Pastor of Covenant Christian Centre Lagos will bring God’s undiluted word to His people. eclectictope.com celebrates with Holyhill Church….

LOVE OF MY LIFE SERIES; Imaobong and Kola

Of all the things I looked forward to in Jos, finding a husband was certainly not one of them. Hi, my name is Ima and this is my story. NYSC is an experience almost every graduate in Nigeria looks forward to and I was no exception. I guess mine was heightened cos it was the…