Finally after months of re-writing and re-reading, i finally decided to let the world meet my first book. Black Diary, for those of you following me on instagram @9josky this will not come as a surprise to you. help share the word, help Black Diary reach great height and place. Black Diary is a collection of … Continue reading Black Diary – Sadeeq Moshood
Why do today, what you can do tomorrow or next month and still be on time? I can't really say have lost faith in the church, I'd say it is just me keeping my faith for the right time, and I can't seem to convince anybody it ain't procrastination. "Dayo, why were you not in … Continue reading Procrastination: The Deadly Game (Flash pt.2)
There I was on my kneels steering lifelessly at nothing in particular, my thinking going in different directions, except for the image of a burning house imprinted at the back of my head, I think I lived there once?, or do I still live there?. If not for the burning flames around the building, I … Continue reading Flash fiction: Insanity, the virus in my head.
Have heard people say, 'I want to do this', 'i want to do that', and they end up doing nothing. There is this saying, "learn from the mistakes of others". I don't know about you, but I am a little blind to the mistakes of others, I take things far too lightly to worry about … Continue reading Procrastination: The Deadly Game (flash pt.1)
Am sorry if my up coming book has gotten my readers thinking it has the same title as one of MacMillan best short stories "Sugar girl". I believe my exact words were, 'I would be writing my own version of the famous MacMillan's short story'. And not uploading the famous MacMillan short story. I have … Continue reading My work mistaken for another persons, changing the title of my work.
The most painful parts of been a gangster is there are no ways out of trouble, it's either you find trouble or it finds you. I live my life based on what I see around me, you can't blame me for that can you?, I grew up on the streets (streets ot) of Lagos, am … Continue reading The little end: The unending life of a gangster
N.B: This isn't the original story, but a product of my imagination. Sitting on the bank of river Amo I cried, if the river hadn't been filled to the brink, my tears would have done that. I never noticed the sun had gone down hours ago, I just cried. "It's time for you to go … Continue reading Short Story: “Ralia The Sugar Girl” (Chapter 2)
N.B: This isn't the original story, but a product of my imagination. Life I have heard is hard out there in the big cities, father has been gone for the past ten years in search of greener pasture after the death of mother. Uncle John my fathers brother has been good to me, but then … Continue reading Short story: “Ralia The Sugar Girl” (chapter 1)