As promised, here is the concluding part of With Love From Asaba. Feel free to leave a comment, suggestion, critique, etcetera. Enjoy! “Who is that that wants to break my gate, ehn?” Chief Alozie asked in an irritated voice, … Continue reading →
I started this series of novellas, titled The Aso-Ebi Chronicles last year. First, was Bewaji and her aso-ebi was Ankara. The 2nd novella, which I just published, is titled Wura’s Woodin Adventures. From the title, I am sure you can guess … Continue reading →
Today, we’ll continue following Nene Alozie as she settles down to her new life in Asaba. If you missed the first three parts, you can read them here: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 And now for … Continue reading →
Many apologies for being MIA for this long. But, it was all for a good cause, i.e. writing. I’ve been working on a few stories, and needed some time off. Hope you understand. I actually finished writing the draft … Continue reading →
To everyone who has read this story already (I posted it on NaijaStories and Smashwords), thanks for reading and commenting. But if you haven’t, I will be posting it in chunks here. For starters, here is Part 1. Don’t forget … Continue reading →
Bade laughed a warm, hearty laugh and told the man that it would not come to that. His confidence must have reassured the man who assumed a relaxed pose and obeyed Bade’s instructions. Bade told him to clap his hands … Continue reading →
Dotun’s father, Mr. Ogunleye, was a farmer in Isare-Remo, that peaceful town in Ogun State. He was also a palm-wine tapper, but neither of these two trades fetched enough money to take care of his family of four. His only … Continue reading →
“Which Dauda? Isn’t that the name of Otunba Adekunle’s gateman?” Mrs. Phillips asked in a voice that was devoid of empathy. “N-n-n-o-o-o, ma,” Gloria stuttered. “Dauda na de mechanic wey dey–” `A quick slap across the face ended Gloria’s explanation. … Continue reading →
Twice it had happened that morning, and Mrs. Phillips was losing her patience. She had called this boy almost five times, before he finally answered. Dotun had only worked for a week, and she was already counting down to … Continue reading →
Yes, it’s true. 1, 2, 3 Disappear is the name of my first published short story this year. Never mind that I actually wrote it last year. What matters is that it is now available on … you guessed it … Continue reading →
If you missed Part 1, you can read it here. Now for Part 2. Keeping a close watch on her tray of mangoes now resting on the floor outside the shop, she asked the woman who owned the shop, … Continue reading →
Three Mangoes was the third short story I published on Smashwords. It’s been out as an e-book since 2012, but I decided it was time to share it in chunks here. Enjoy and do leave a comment. Mama Risikat set … Continue reading →
Mama Ikotun shivered as she lay on her bed. She had been suffering from a strange ailment for six months. The local doctor had initially diagnosed the illness as malaria. However, as time progressed, and the drugs he prescribed did … Continue reading →
I had written this story weeks ago, but just published it on Monday. So, who better to tell than you guys? 😀 Stay in Berlin is a short story set almost entirely in (yup, you guessed right) Berlin, Germany. Here is … Continue reading →
Welcome to Design of the Picture Book! I'm Carter Higgins, and I'm a writer and librarian for kids. I spent a spectacular stint as the Children's Book Editor at <a href="http://www.designmom.com/">Design Mom</a> which I loved! You can find my column <a href="http://www.designmom.com/category/childrens-lit/">here</a>.<br /> I'm a K-6 librarian, a former-ish graphic designer, an SCBWI member, and a huge fan of words and pictures.<br /> Represented by <a href="http://www.rpcontent.com/">Rubin Pfeffer of Rubin Pfeffer Content, LLC</a>.
There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost - Martha Graham.