by KREATIVE DIADEM | May 5, 2015 | FLASH FICTION
On Chat. Christmas Eve.
Me: Hey Darling. I just got off the phone with your Dad.
Him: LOL. And how did it go?
Me: Surprisingly, ’twas easier than I thought. Was a lil’ scared at first, you know, talking to him for the first time.
Him: Told you you’d be fine. He wouldn’t bite.
Me: Hehehe. Thanks, Dear.
Him: Pleasure. So what do you want for yuletide, Baby?
Me: Hmm… dunno. Honestly, I feel it isn’t so much the gift as the gesture. Anything would do fine, Honey.
PS: Lest I forget, please send me your Mom’s digits.
Him: Uhm… *shrugs* Anything for you, Baby.
Me: *smiles*
The Digits
Boxing Day
A knock on my door. It is a parcel. With a note on the box.
“As you requested. Sorry about the ice, wanted it to remain fresh. Merry Xmas. xoxo.”
I unwrap.
It is his mom’s digits—all twenty of them.
© Bunmi Oke
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A short attention span and a slow reading pace make Bunmi Oke’s helpless affair with micro fiction less of a surprise. His works can be found on Microbookends, 81words, Drablr, 101words etc, while a tiny piece comes out in print in Boston Literary Magazine June 15, 2015.
Oftentimes, he is seen furiously typing away on a smartphone—often mistaken for an addiction to chat. If only folks knew what muse does to you unless you give it expression.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | May 3, 2015 | POEMS
FREEDOM FIGHTER
Here I am, looking for a blue colour,
The only key which can open that door
Behind which I may find the strength of hope,
Here I am, tired of this heavy coat!
This heavy coat breaking down my shoulders,
And turning my child days into nightmares,
Drawing lines on the face of a young one,
And watering thorns throughout my playground;
Nelson Mandela The Freedom fighter
Here I am, looking for my horizon,
Where Skies and Earth kiss for the best season…
Here I am, walking on dust and ashes,
My feet are burnt owing to blind clashes…
Here I am, digging with my two bare hands
In the hard soil of these hot barren lands…
Here I am, striving to unearth your smile,
For it is the reason why I survive…
RAY NDEBI
About the Author
My name is Théodore René Ndebi, born in Cameroon. I graduated in Banking Management. But what really makes me proud and happy is WRITING !!!!! I started writing around 1990. I write the most I can.
I mostly write for children’s future. As a child, I had always dreamt of a world where poor children and orphans could be happy as well. I have many unpublished collections in French: Chaque Jour Un Poème, Rêve D’un Soir, La Missive Du Petit Prince, Suis-Je Assez Bien Pour Toi… I’m also author of unpublished novels in French (Cierge Noir, Plus Violent Que L’amour, Les Fruits De La Tempête…). My first published novel; THE LAST GHOST/Son Of Struggle got published in 2013 by AuthorhouseUK; it appears in the LOS Angeles Times Festival Of Books Catalogue 2014 Page 8. Available online @ Amazon, Kindle, AuthorhouseUK, Barnes & Noble, Indie. I wrote numerous award winning texts. I am a Book Reviewer and Translator. I am a member of OneAfricanChild since 2013 and Co-Founder of Le Salon Du Livre Yaounde-Cameroon. You can check my works on: authorrayndebi.wordpress.com.Ray Ndebi on Facebook, @RTNdebi on Twitter, Facebook Page My Soul & Mon Ame.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | May 1, 2015 | POEMS
REVERSE MODE
Let’s start from tomorrow.
And live the moments in reverse.
Skipping every tears and sorrow.
And recite backwardly this verse.
We’d part ways before we meet.
And make up before the quarrel.
Pass before we glimpse question sheet.
And drunk before emptying the barrel.
Reverse!
There shall be no terminal sickness.
Just regenerated youthfulness to tend.
Creasing skin losing toughness.
Backwardness that sores, it mend.
Let’s live from the morrow.
That we won’t meet to part.
Or need Ying and Yang , to borrow.
We may just end up at the start.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rasheed Otegbola was born and attended elementary school in Lagos. He obtained a degree in Pharmacy from the University of Ibadan in 2014. He does creative arts and write poetry for recreation. His poems are inspired by fear and passion. He is happily married.
Coming up on May 1 in University of Ibadan
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Apr 30, 2015 | FLASH FICTION
THE DATE
So, we’re returning from our third date. Telling each other how much of a good night out we had, we hug. She asks that I call her. I nod, ecstatic. How I like this lady! So much I loathe to leave. But I have to.
Turning around, heading to flag down a taxi, I hear her door click shut. That is my prompt—run up to her window to steal one final gaze for today. Yeah, I know it’s creepy, but what will a brother do?
The date!
I see a pair of legs on the wall, then I hear a much deeper voice—no, that can’t be hers—reciting some mantra. Hearing my full name with ‘blood,’ ‘donation,’ and ‘tonight’ as immediate neighbours in the same sentence, my legs need no telling what to do. Just then she vanishes from the bed! I turn around to flee only to see her right there. And all goes black.
White walls, white gowns; and white bandage wrapped around my intensely aching head. Must have been a concussion. Trying to adjust to the light, a face wafts into my view, inches away.
“Hey you,” a broad smile on her face.
I re-faint.
© Bunmi Oke
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A short attention span and a slow reading pace make Bunmi Oke’s helpless affair with micro fiction less of a surprise. His works can be found on Microbookends, 81words, Drablr, 101words etc, while a tiny piece comes out in print in Boston Literary Magazine June 15, 2015.
Oftentimes, he is seen furiously typing away on a smartphone—often mistaken for an addiction to chat. If only folks knew what muse does to you unless you give it expression.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Apr 29, 2015 | POEMS
Nature Dancers
They dance to the tunes
The friendly wind plays
Like masquerades
All to different beats
Nature choreographers
In void dance steps
Thrust their trunks in thin air
And salute the moon’s home call
The seas dance in waves
Voyaging fossils of old pilgrim
Back to our sole’s terrain
And seek the feet of strange toes
The alluring nature!
Nature dancers
The hives harbour
the buzzing flute of bees
The nest
A chimney smoking chirps
From bird’s beaks
I’ve seen them all
Nature dancers
Like the lightning
Dancing to the reggae
Played by the earth’s drummer
Like an oracle
Eve’s lips are fetish
And churns the beats
Adam’s heart desires
We are all nature dancers
When the clouds are unzipped
My ego is buried beneath
Till I pounce on the rain
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Awa Chigozie is a Nigerian. A student and resident of Abia State in Nigeria. He is a prolific writer whose keen interest is in poetry and fictional works. He has poems which have been published in anthologies and other media. He describes his works as a mirror to man’s act. Presently working towards releasing his first poetry collection.
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