What You Risk When You Write


Forget what you heard: Writing is hard work! I have learnt and am still learning that, but it does have its rewards … none of which I want to discuss right now. 😉

But I thought of three different things a writer (i.e. ME) risks when she writes: Read More

Shine Your Eye (A Short Story): Part 1



This story idea has been stewing in my brain (bad mental picture) for months and I decided to finally write it.  I have not yet made a book cover for it, but you can be sure I will share it here when I do.

In the meantime, here’s Part 1 of the story.  As always, your comments and feedback are appreciated!


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Seni stared at her brother in disbelief.  The way her eyes grew wide after his words landed on her ears, he might as well have had a banana tree growing from his head.  Only a boy … No.  Only a man would believe such a cleverly concocted tale.

“Dele, repeat what you just told me,” she said in the same sharp tone their mother frequently used when they were children.  That tone, which overshadowed a question and answer session, was the warning that came before a slap or some other form of punishment landed on the unlucky child, for an act of disobedience.

Somewhere in Dele’s brain, he noted that she was irritated with him, but he completely ignored her, choosing instead to act like she was over-reacting.

“What?” he asked, shrugging his shoulders.  “Weren’t you listening to me?” Read More

Side by Side: Tractors Deep in Conversation

What were they saying?

What were they saying?

This is a common sight in Mississippi, especially as you drive into the Delta.  Lots of open fields, and lying on those open fields are (pick one):

A. People on tanning beds, who mistook a field in Mississippi for a vacation spot

B. Tractors

C. Cows and other random farm animals

D. Critters (e.g. squirrels, and the like)


I hope you picked B, even though the rest are possibilities.

Anyway, I imagine that these two tractors had this conversation: Read More

The Largest Spoon and Fork I have ever seen!



I saw these massive pieces of cutlery (or as they say here, “silverware”) at the Blue and White Restaurant in Tunica.  Of course they’re too big to actually eat with, unless you’re Goliath … or just very greedy. *belches*

But, assume for one moment you could pick five dishes to demolish with these babies, what would your list include?  Here’s mine (don’t copy mine o!):

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Happy Easter, Jesus is Alive!



“I am the resurrection and the life.

The one who believes in me will live,

even though they die;

and whoever lives by believing in me will never die.

Do you believe this?”

John 11: 25 – 26 (NIV)

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The Life and Times of Two Flared Nostrils: Part 3 (Final)

Black, White and Red make a nice book cover, n'est pas?

Finally, here is the concluding part of this series.  After reading, kindly share your thoughts in the comments.  Enjoy!

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“I love this woman.  My love will change her.  I just need to try harder,” he said to himself every time he wanted to leave.  And he did.  He tried to be the dutiful husband, jumping to his wife’s beck and call, no questions asked.  He had somehow convinced himself that she would change if only he did not upset her.  But no matter what he changed, Mama Joko continued to pummel him with her fists for any reason under the sun.  She did not change.

That afternoon, as he stood looking at the coffee table, a woman selling boiled corn passed by, announcing her wares: Read More

The Life and Times of Two Flared Nostrils: Part 2

Black, White and Red make a nice book cover, n'est pas?

So, after Part 1 comes (wait for it) …. Part 5! Lol! If you were nodding your head or thought that was correct … I have no words for you.

The correct answer was “Part 2.”  You’re welcome. 😉

And now for Part 2.  You can follow the series here.  Enjoy.

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Her calculations were right and within six months of their first meeting, Mr. Gbadegesin had proposed to her, declaring that she was the love of his life.  Although he was 38, he allowed his emotions to prevail over reason, especially when it came to women.  He loved Jocelyn’s cooking, the way he felt after she praised him for even the smallest thing he did (as long as she noticed it), and her confidence.

At 6′ 2” and with her athletic build, Mr. Gbadegesin literally looked up to Jocelyn.  However, he overlooked the fact that the praises she showered only came after doing what she requested such as visiting places that were of interest to her, not him.  She made decisions for both of them, without his input and certainly, regardless of his approval.  Read More

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Nigerian Fiction Writer Hello, there! My name is Sharon and I am a Nigerian Fiction Writer, Taker of Pictures and Lover of Humor. Feel free to look around or say hello. I don't bite. Usually. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by.


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