Category Archives: Fiction

I was sitting in the waiting room again, this time I felt better than everyone else around. As a matter of fact, I was. I was there today by myself. I looked around at the…

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My father’s second wife stopped treating me with so much hatred. Few years after my mother died she stopped the mistreatment and even said I could go back to school. She became strangely kind ever…

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The poor child cries not because of food but because of his future. He cries because he has no assurance of success. He’s been left in doubt as to whether life is being fair or…

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I got into mama’s room to find Hannah mopping mama’s face again. She had tears in her eyes, and mama, she lay too still. I stepped closer, placed my palms on mama’s forehead, she was…

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Have you read The Blackness of Eru yet?

Ngunan Ioron Aloho is a social activist, an educator, an entrepreneur, a writer, a YALI Fellow, and so much more. Ngunan has fought and sacrificed a lot as a social activist, defending and helping child marriage victims. In the Blackness of Eru, Ngunan will take you on a sad but short journey to witness the life of a young girl who suffers the pain and burdens of early child birth in which she is not prepared for.

We, at Blankpaperz are very proud of Ngunan for using words to tell stories that matter the most.

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Suicide can’t be an option. Suicide is far from the escape lane to the blissful plane. Let’s encourage people. Let’s motivate our society to re-innovate the ways of solving our problems. Our problems must not mull us into the mud.

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It is quite sad that we do not know what we have until we lose it. It is funny how a man suffers all his life with no help from family or friends. But his burial is a pricey ceremony of friends and enemies, giving a pep talk of his life on earth. What good is it now? I observe that the best deeds of a man are recited at his burial ceremony. Also, that much love is shown to a corpse or a man on his deathbed.

Tell me, what harm can this do? What harm can love do?

Guys check out more stories by me on blankpaperz.com. And you can follow me on wattpad @blackpenz. Thanks guys.

Note: Much love to all who support and read my articles. You all push me to bring out the original in me.

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My sisters soon rushed into mama’s arms screaming as though mama had just come back from Aba — where she usually shops for her business.

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Diary of a Lagos dreamer is written by Ruth Felix, a young amazing and talented writer in Lagos, Nigeria. The story is told of a sad and frustrated young lady in Lagos who finds herself in a job for 15 years, working tirelessly and in futility.

This is the same lifestyle of many Lagosians and Ruth brings us to this light.

Read, comment, share and love!

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There is no elevator to success, you have to take the stairs.One step at a time,but step wisely.

One step at a time, but step wisely.

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Our minds are the most significant instruments given to us to launch ourselves to an everlasting happiness; everything we do or become is a reflection of the way we employ our minds and brains. How you look at the many problems that come your way, how you solve them, how you achieve your biggest dreams, whether you achieve them or not; whether you even set yourself any goals at all is a pure reflection of the way you use your mind, and the only way given man to use his mind out of problems is by THINKING.
Life is one continuous journey of dealing with challenges; we move from solving one problem after another and the primary way we solve problems is by thinking through problems.
In fact, people shun or mock characters who always carry their problems on their lips; rather, they’re attracted to people who give the impression that all’s well, even if it isn’t.

Are you still thinking? Go read the rest of this post and share what you think.

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Thirty minutes into the prayer, just as we were about to round up with the “litany of our Blessed virgin Mary” prayer, we heard a sound that had stopped us short. It came from inside mama’s room so we all stopped to listen. “Jonah!

“Jonah! Hannah?, ina ku ke? Sarah?” it was mama and she was awake.

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I prepared my bag and waited for them so we could leave together as time wasn’t on our side any longer. They had gone into the bathroom together to save time and had kept giggling to themselves all that time. Useless girls, I said to myself wondering what could have been so funny in there.

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Lagos 10:00am I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed. We hold this truth, that all men are created equal. Chibuike turned the…

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Yesterday, Mama came back from her shop a little early than usual, she had that pale look in her eyes, I could recall noticing how slow she was, preparing my sisters for school that morning. She didn’t answer our greetings or asked if we had gone to the chapel like she used to, she just walked unsteadily passed my kid sister who was playing on the mat and before she could open her bedroom door, she passed out…

I am Aj Oti (Joseph Oti). I’m a Writer from Cross River State Nigeria. A final year student of University of Calabar, microbiology department.

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I am sure this is the first time you read a writing of me. Well, let me welcome you anyway. In the next few minutes, several letters and a couple of paragraphs; we are going to talk about a real story. If I say real, yes, I mean it is something I have experienced. You will not only enjoy reading me, I will share a lesson I learnt with you.

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