No one can ever become a writer by doing nothing, except wish to be one. To be a writer, you must pick up a pen, paper or laptop, and begin to write.
WRITERS AS GIFTED GIFTS
The life of a writer is somewhat solitary, not necessarily because it is not possible for a writer to be an extrovert but because the art of writing is deeper...
NIGERIAN POETS’ PERSPECTIVES ON POETRY – A DISCUSSION
Poetry is a form of art enjoyed by many: for some it's therapeutic; for others, it ought to be strictly formal and in conformity with universal standards. While a majority...
THE BLOCK by Ademigbuji Aishat
Come to me. I want you to come to me I’ve got a new pen and a blank sheet But you’re not coming Please come to me You not coming...
WRITING, PUBLISHING: THE FOUR CAREER STAGES OF AUTHORSHIP by King Samuel Benson
Every published author, whether traditionally published or indie published, fall into one of these four career stages of authorship. THE UNKNOWN AUTHOR All authors start out from this stage. This...
REGISTER FOR EKETI'S ONLINE CREATIVE WRITING COURSE FOR BEGINNERS
Applications are now open for the 4th edition of the Eketi's Online Creative Writing Course for beginners. This session will hold from the 5th of September to 3rd of October...
I HAVE STOPPED WRITING by Samuel Amazing Ayoade
Writers don't die, they live eternal Poets too are prophets, whose words are hefty Three thousand years, and I'll still be here So open your ears, and take heed to...
WORD CHEF by Okeme Jerome Akpevwe
I took it upon myself today to be a Word Chef. Yes! A Word Chef. So I took a bold walk into the Word bank And purchased the freshest of...
INSPIRED
[caption id="attachment_11324" align="aligncenter" width="284"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Inspired][/caption]I feel like writing something but First I need to get inspired So I pick paper and pen, sit on my butt And wait to...
THE LOVE AFFAIR
[caption id="attachment_11257" align="aligncenter" width="335"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [The Love Affair][/caption]Together we stroll Along white plains daily With my fingers Gripping, firmly, her tiny waist My feelings She put in black and white...