Segun Iwasanmi
I'm a writer who writes compelling stories that thrills, excites and inspires
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LESSONS FROM A BLINKING CURSOR
It was 2 a.m., and Sarah was still staring at her laptop. The cursor blinked at her, taunting her with its silence. She had spent the past two hours overthinking the perfect way to start her article. Nothing felt right. Frustrated, she did what any logical person would do—she shut her laptop and went to raid the fridge. As she chewed on cold jollof rice, an odd thought crossed her mind. What if the article started with a question? A simple, thought-provoking question. She rushed back to her ...
KINGDOM DIVIDED
Written by :Segun Iwasanmi Chapter 5: The Prayer of the Righteous The air in the chamber was thick—not with incense or the scent of royal oils, but with urgency. Princess Morayo knelt, her hands clasped so tightly that her knuckles turned white. The candlelight flickered, casting long shadows against the mud-brick walls. She had been restless for days. The kingdom was bleeding. The once-thriving land, once filled with music and the laughter of children, was now cloaked in whispers and fear...
THE POWER OF A GOOD STORY
Tunde had a habit of writing down every idea that popped into his head. Not because they made sense, but because they just... existed. His old notebooks were filled with wild concepts—talking trees, time-traveling bus conductors, and a story about a chicken that wanted to be a lawyer. One day, while decluttering, he found one of those notebooks and burst into laughter. Some ideas looked ridiculous. Others were so vague that even he couldn’t figure out what he had been thinking. But just as ...
KINGDOM DIVIDED
Written by :Segun Iwasanmi Chapter 4: Adedeji’s Descent The night air in the southern province was thick—so thick it felt like something unseen lurked in its folds, watching, waiting. At the heart of it all sat Adedeji, eyes fixed on the flickering flames before him. The throne room—once a place of counsel, laughter, and the fragrance of burning incense—now smelled of damp earth and something more bitter. Something unholy. He had done everything right. Or so he had thought. When he d...
KINGDOM DIVIDED
Written by :Segun Iwasanmi Chapter 2: The Betrayal Within The night was thick with silence, but silence had never meant peace. Not in Erelu. Not in a land where whispers carried daggers sharper than swords, and the weight of a fractured kingdom pressed upon the shoulders of its weary king. King Olatunde sat alone in the palace courtyard, the night breeze carrying the distant scent of burning wood from the outskirts of the city. His mind raced. The attack at the eastern border had been repelled...
KINGDOM DIVIDED
Written by : Segun Iwasanmi Chapter 3: The Stranger’s Warning The night was restless. Even the wind refused to settle, rattling the wooden windows of Olatunde’s chamber as if it carried a message too urgent to be ignored. He sat on the floor, hands clasped, eyes closed, whispering a prayer that felt emptier than the throne room itself. The betrayal weighed on his chest like a stone. His own brother—Adedeji—had declared himself ruler over the southern provinces, waving a fragment of the...
KINGDOM DIVIDED
Written by :Segun Iwasanmi Chapter 1: A Kingdom in Chaos The harmattan wind howled through the land of Erelu, kicking up dust and whispering old secrets through the cracks in the palace walls. The golden crown sat on King Olatunde’s head, but it did not sit well. It never had. He had worn it for years, yet every time he placed it upon his head, he felt the weight of something missing—something stolen. In the marketplace, whispers wove through the air like smoke from the blacksmith’s forg...
KINGDOM DIVIDED
Written by: Segun Iwasanmi Prologue: The Splintered Crown The palace of Erelu stood proud under the fading rays of the evening sun, its walls alive with the whispers of history. Intricate carvings of Yoruba legends adorned its red clay facade, but inside the king’s chamber, all was still, save for the soft shuffle of feet and the faint crackle of a dying fire. King Adewale, a ruler known for his devotion to both God and his people, lay on his carved bed, his breaths shallow yet steady. His r...
CREATIVITY IN UNLIKELY PLACES
Creativity doesn’t always announce itself. Sometimes, it shows up in a rush, and other times, it whispers in the quiet moments you least expect. Just the other day, I found myself stuck on a project. I wrote and rewrote, searching for the perfect angle, but nothing felt right. Frustrated, I walked away for a bit. And then it happened—a random thought sparked an idea, and suddenly, everything came together. The result wasn’t just better; it was something I hadn’t even thought possibl...
