The soil received my seeds, But the seeds were reluctant— Same as the soil. Months on months, But none did their part. Just imagine. It’s 12 p.m. already, But the sun is still lingering. Darkness engulfs the world— I can’t see you, And vice versa. Just imagine. The cloud is pregnant, But the rain won’t fall. It’s still thinking about it. It’s now October, But not a single drop. Just imagine. Seeds germinate, Sun rises, Rain falls— But I’m still lingering. I’ll do it tomorrow. Just imagine. “Just Imagine” is a quiet reflection on procrastination and missed alignment—when everything else begins to function, yet we remain stagnant. Using natural metaphors of seeds, sun, and rain, the poem explores the irony of delay despite readiness. It's a call to act, a mirror to our hesitation, and a subtle reminder that imagining is not enough if we never begin. Sometimes, even when the world is ready, we still choose to wait—and that choice has consequences. Access al...

  Withering is no longer eerie, It is a part of the revolution. Eye-catching buds quake, Tossing and turning in bits. Soil receives them with a giggle, And as the bees wail, The sunflower reassures: I will rise again. Leaves turning crisp, Autumn leaves falling in fall, Breeze blowing, Fragile leaves plummeting. And as the soil mocks the intimacy, The deciduous tree whistles Through the gleeful wind; It will rise again. Gathered up in scuds, Caged waters breaking away, Winds howling, Chill shivers, teeth grinding. And as the land mocks The fallen tears of the distant sky, The flowing water pets; You will rise again. Life’s trials do shake us, Stones and bones thrown, Pellets and bullets fired. We lost where others won, And some walked over us. But with enough resilience, Let us smile through it all and say: We will rise again. “I Will Rise Again” is a poetic meditation on resilience through the lens of nature and human experience. Drawing imagery...

  You're robed in soot, maybe flattened and poked by pointed soles of mean souls. Still, make your look voiceless if a smile cannot be faked. Pocket the look of loss, straighten the crinkles of worries; your distorted brows. Give them not what they want, for a sad face is a funny face. “A Sad Face is a Funny Face” speaks to the quiet resistance found in guarding one's expression amidst pain. It addresses how the world, sometimes cruel, may find amusement in another's sorrow. The poem encourages silent strength, the power of withholding visible defeat, and the quiet dignity in protecting one’s vulnerability. It’s not a call to pretend all is well, but a reminder that even in grief, our face can be a shield. All poems here 

  If sun never takes a pause, The world might be full of flaws. If day never ceases a while, The world might not rest awhile. Let the birds flap their wings, Let the birds perch on trees. Let the wind blow and the rain fall, But let the two pause and sprawl. Take a break To escape a wreck. Take a break Or become a wreck. “Take A Break” is a gentle reminder that rest is not a weakness but a necessity. Drawing from the natural rhythm of the world—the sun, the day, the birds, the rain—the poem invites readers to reflect on the importance of pause. In a world that glorifies constant motion, this piece offers a moment of stillness, urging us to breathe, reset, and avoid burnout. Sometimes, survival is in the stillness.   Access all poems here

  To hurt; hit maul I am a wall. To break; hack terrify I am the sky. To annihilate; shoot spear I am the air. To exist amidst y’all; I must be all.

  (Part 1) Laide was baffled. She had trudged all the way to the spot where she and Irede had agreed to meet—Oke Ajuwon, the place they visited just two weeks ago—but there was no sign of him. No footprints. No familiar scent. Nothing. She dropped her heavy bags and heaved a deep sigh. Her limbs ached, her spirit more so. She looked around desperately, but there was no trace of his arrival. Slowly, she sank onto her bags and began to fondle her twisted pigtails, her heart thudding painfully beneath her chest. Laide wasn’t just beautiful—she was radiant, a young woman filled with grace and quiet strength. But now, tears streamed down her striking face as the events of the past three days flooded her memory. Her father, Biyi, was a revered hunter and warlord—known for his courage and unwavering loyalty to his land. But three days ago, a gut-wrenching message reached Yayegbe: their warriors had been defeated in battle. And Laide knew what that meant. There were only two possibili...

🕯️ Introduction What starts like a thrilling mystery on a rainy evening soon becomes something entirely unexpected. In this story, we follow a girl named Kewa through friendship, rivalry, and an apparent abduction. But nothing is as it seems… Grab your thinking cap and walk with me — because we’re going to find Kewa . 🌧️ Part 1 – Out at Night with Kewa It was one of those cold, damp nights in early June. I stood in front of my father’s house, facing the tarred road, wearing nothing but my nightie. My long, dark, lustrous hair dangled loosely across my shoulders. The rain had just slowed to a drizzle, and though it was late, a few wet passers-by and cars still made their way along the road. Our house had three tenants—two were married, and the third lived with his fiancée. One of the married women displayed her wares outside on a raised pavement that faced the road. The house itself was an old one, originally built with mud bricks but now patched here and there with cement blocks....

  Genre: Drama/Romance Category: Feature-Length Script Content: 70 scenes, 93 pages Status: Available Logline: A sheltered young woman defies her overprotective father’s rigid rules for a taste of freedom, only to find herself entangled in a false criminal accusation that threatens her reputation, safety, and the very foundation of her family ties. Synopsis: Vivian Onyekachi, a 24-year-old university student, lives under the stern watch of her father, Mr. Onyekachi, a traditional man determined to shield his only daughter from the world. Craving freedom and a sense of belonging, Vivian sneaks out to a party hosted by Leo, a wealthy acquaintance, with her friends' encouragement. The night takes a dark turn when Vivian is nearly sexually assaulted, only to be rescued in time, leaving her shaken but unharmed. In the days that follow, Vivian accepts a peace offering from Leo—a lunch invitation and a gift. But during a routine police checkpoint, a hidden pouch of cocaine is discovered...

  Genre: Drama/Family Category: Feature Length Script Content: 113 pages Status: Available Logline When a struggling young man seeks help from his estranged wealthy uncle to save his dying mother, he’s met with cruelty — but after a shocking tragedy and an unexpected offer, he’s pulled into the opulent world of “the haves,” where survival means swallowing pride, enduring humiliation, and guarding his heart from love he can’t afford. Synopsis Ebuka is a devoted son barely holding his world together. With his mother critically ill and his sister Oluchi relying on him, he swallows his pride and turns to his wealthy uncle, Chief Odum, only to be shunned and humiliated. When all hope seems lost, Chief Odum unexpectedly pays for the surgery, but just as light breaks through the darkness, Oluchi is struck by a speeding car outside the hospital. As his mother dies and Oluchi’s life now hangs in the balance, Ebuka spirals into desperation. Another plea to his uncle ends in rejection. With...

Chapter One I was a palace maid. I didn’t know how I became a slave in Alontan village, but I was sure I was a captive. The other maids envied me for my beauty. The three princesses hated me for it. Yet with all that beauty, no man ever wooed me. I thought I was unlovable. There was nothing to be happy about, so I wetted my pillow with tears every night. But one sunny day changed everything. I was returning from the stream alone—isolated as usual—when Yaya suddenly jumped into my path from the bush. I staggered backward in fright, splashing water from my pot all over him. “Oh, sorry!” I gasped, realizing it was him. He chuckled. “I deserve it, my pretty.” Yaya was one of the king’s guards—brawny, dark-skinned, and handsome. He offered to help with my pot of water. “Don’t bother,” I said. “What would you say if one of your fellow guards saw you?” “That’s no problem,” he said with a sly smile. “What I fear is one of your kind seeing me. Men won’t snitch—it’s you girls that gossi...

Bimbo was restless. The seat beneath her felt like thorns. Though she was slender and the chair wide enough, she shifted repeatedly, unable to find comfort. The waiting room was well-ventilated, yet her body betrayed her, she was sweating heavily, as if the air had turned into fire. To her, the future looked bleak. Every passing second without her husband beside her, alive and well, felt like a curse. The mere thought of death snatching him away made her heart thump wildly, as if trying to break free from her chest. Inside the operating theatre, Jairus lay unmoving. His eyes were open, but his mind was distant. He watched the doctors and nurses in white coats and green scrubs, moving quickly from one side of the room to another. He could see them clearly, hear their voices, but his thoughts refused to connect to their actions. He noticed one of the doctors insert a syringe into a hanging bag of blood. He saw the deep wound carved across his chest. Oddly, he felt no pain. He wasn’t ev...

Genre: Mystery Category: Short Film Script Content: 16 pages, 5 characters and 1 voice character. Status: Available Logline: A cheerful family night ends with laughter and drunken sleep — but when a brother slips into a haunting dream where... he must make impossible choices, unsure if he's asleep, cursed, or simply too late to save those he loves. Synopsis: Listen is a grounded, emotionally intense Nigerian short film that blends everyday realism with surreal psychological horror. It starts light — a family dinner filled with laughter, palm wine, and celebration. Soji, the younger son, just gained university admission and is about to move in with his older brother, Tola. The bond is strong, the atmosphere playful. But beneath the joy lies unspoken grief, responsibility, and pressure. Then comes a dream. In it, a seemingly harmless instruction — .... — becomes deadly... Contact for more: 📞 WhatsApp:  Click to chat 📧 Email:  imoleolusanya123@gmail.com 📸 Instagram:  @...

  Genre:  Mystery Category:  Short Film Script Content: 15 pages, 3 characters Status:  Available Logline A grieving young man enters his late mother’s old apartment, only to awaken a sinister mystery tied to an antique mirror that... Synopsis The Mirror on the Wall is a psychological mystery set within the walls of a seemingly ordinary Nigerian apartment — except that nothing here is truly ordinary. When Kola, still grieving his late mother, moves into her former home, he intends only to reconnect with her memory. But one object stirs the past more than any other: her beloved mirror. Despite his father’s warnings, Kola decides to keep it — unknowingly triggering a disturbing series of events... Contact for more: 📞 WhatsApp:  Click to chat 📧 Email:  imoleolusanya123@gmail.com 📸 Instagram:  @imoleolus All my scripts

Davina was far from perfect. She knew it. She’d never heard anyone say anything kind about her — not once — and she never expected to. Over the years, she'd grown used to the gossip that floated like poison mist through the school corridors. “The old hag is coming,” she had heard one day while walking past a group of classmates. “I can’t stand looking at that face. It makes me feel nauseous.” Then came the laughter — sharp, cold, cutting. Davina accepted it all. She had internalized their words like scripture: that she was ugly, that her mind was slow, that she was socially broken — and worse. And so, she lived quietly in the background, enduring, expecting nothing. The new teacher was already in front of the class when Davina slipped in, panting. Her shoes were muddy from the morning rain. Her hair was uncombed, and her uniform was crumpled. Everyone was used to her lateness — everyone but the teacher. “Hello, intruder,” the woman said, her voice cold. Davina froze, turnin...

Alade took his eyes off the journal just as two fierce-looking men barged into his room. He squirmed in his seat under their piercing gazes. He didn’t need a soothsayer to tell him something was wrong. He opened his mouth to speak, but his lips only quivered. One of the men yanked him to his feet. The journal slipped from his grasp and hit the floor. Alade winced as the man’s fingernail dug into his flesh. The grip was too tight. He struggled to break free. “Let me go! Who are you?!” he screamed in fright. The other man silenced him with a hard slap. “If that won’t shut you up, maybe this will,” he said, revealing a pistol. Alade froze in fear. In that instant, he resolved to stop resisting. He let them drag him out and bundle him into the taxi they came with. The driver started the car, and they drove off. The reckless driver pulled up in front of an uncompleted building on the outskirts of a light forest. The two men in the backseat got down, yanked Alade out, and led him inside...