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In no specific order, our judges for TYWA 2020 have come up with a list of the stories that should compete for the Read-Worthy prize. These stories would blow your minds away. Remember, all entries were written by people between the ages of 13 and 19 (teens). Also, the Read-Worthy prize is an additional reward for whichever story YOU, the readers, love the most. It is a subsidiary prize for the readers choice, and this means that you have the total power to decide which story wins! The overall winner of TYWA 2020 is still entitled to the main prize that would be announced in December. Read up the stories below, and comment on which one you think is best. Ensure that you drop the title of your favourite story, and any other comment in the comment section. The story with the highest number of VOTES and interactions wins. Our short-story collection titled: "The Sound Of Our Own Voices" would be out in 2021, make sure you subscribe to this site to get latest updates, or enjoy eve

  16 - ALL THROUGH THE MIRROR Akinmoyeje Timileyin Precious lives in Ondo State (19 years old). This story was slightly edited for grammatical accuracy and to better serve TGF readers. The originality of the story is 100% intact. It was just another Monday morning. Well, maybe it wasn't just another; this one felt different from the usual. I could sense something strange about the atmosphere. It was 5:00 AM. The bells of the cathedral had started tolling as usual. That day, they were passing a different message; a solemn one, a message that only I was yet to decipher. Even the wind echoed it slowly, delibrately, as though it were reiterating the solemnity of the bell's tolls. I stood at the half broken mirror - a Monday morning ritual - to brush my teeth and make out what the morning was about.  I drifted into thoughts; memories of recent years slowly became visible on the mirror: my near death experience when the news of my father's death reached me, how I almost failed an

  03 - BLINDED TO LIGHT Abisola Emmanuella lives in Ring-Road, Ibadan (16 years old). This story was slightly edited for grammatical accuracy and to better serve TGF readers. The originality of the story is 100% intact. “You don’t need to feel love for you to understand that you are loved… You can search for it all you want but fail to realize that you had it all along.” Rebecca never understood what it meant when her grandmother told her those words before she crossed to the other side. She had always believed her grandmother’s words were too intricate for her, yet they held answers to the most difficult questions she had. She was her ‘fountain of knowledge’ but she was gone now. The moment Grandmother left her, she knew she had to start all over, on her own of course. Who else could she run to? Maybe her father who left when she was just fifteen. She knew perfectly well that wasn’t even an option. She would find a way, she had to. “Rebecca, come and wash our plates!” spoilt Angela, w

  12 - A GREATER REWARD  Owolabi Gloria Abosede lives in Osun State (17 years old). This story was slightly edited for grammatical accuracy and to better serve TGF readers. The originality of the story is 100% intact. "Please... God, please." Helen shut her eyes and opened them the next second. She let out a sigh. Her eyes were glued to Jenny's lips. Just last week, she had caught Jenny formatting the flash drive containing her group assignment. She had confronted her, but Jenny had lit into her, telling her to go ahead and do her worst. She had kept the matter to herself and had done the assignment again single-handedly. Why should she tell someone, knowing Jenny would get punished if her class teacher got to know? She had forgiven her when she apologized, but she had also been afraid... afraid of what Jenny would do next in an attempt to pull ahead of her. Now that Jenny was with her in the principal's office, claiming to know the lying one between Tom and her, Hele

  13 - FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN Ekoh Ogheneovo Prisca lives in Delta State (16 years old). This story was slightly edited for grammatical accuracy and to better serve TGF readers. The originality of the story is 100% intact. "Change," one of the earliest six-letter words a child would probably learn to spell but hardly consider as a daily lexicon had been lingering on Danielle’s teenage mind in recent time. Like Heraclitus said when he made the now-famous quote, “Change is the only constant thing in life,” five years ago, as the Nigerian elections unfolded, heralded by the change mantra, Danielle’s eleven-year-old self was in her own transition phase from primary to secondary school. Just as the excitement of change from the Nigerian electioneering process filled the air with the promise of a certain utopist society free from corruption with boisterous economic opportunities for all, so the thought of freedom as a boarder filled her eleven-year mind. Danielle, the last of seven si

  19 - YOUR DEFINITION Oluwatola Ibikunle-Aina lives in Ibadan South-West, Oyo State (16 years old). This story was slightly edited for grammatical accuracy and to better serve TGF readers. The originality of the story is 100% intact. She ran as fast as she could. Her tears rolled violently down her cheeks. Her whole body drenched with rain. Her nose swollen, and she repeatedly gasped for air. Tiffany kept recalling the echoes of laughter in her head. She remembered the brutal words spoken to her. She waited under a shade fully aware she was out of the sight of her classmates. “She probably stole it; she is black,” she remembered. “My mum told me black people have criminal tendencies,” she remembered again. “What an unfortunate girl!” that hit her the most. She felt defined by her colour. When the rain had calmed, Tiffany went home. She walked in casually like nothing had happened. “Honey, how was school?” her mum asked with delight on her face to see her daughter. “It was fine,” a for

Does life really 😢sulk? Or, is it just me? Are you taking things too far?😢 You may be asking relevant questions like: Why do I feel exhausted when I wake up in the morning? Why am I not having fun doing what I love to do? Why am I just stressed out with everything! 😪😪😫 I'm in...like totally! 😶 I am a not-so-proud ambassador of the Tired-Young-Men's Society of this Life. I may not be the president, but I hold a prominent position - and it's not something to boast of. So, I'm not about to judge anyone. I froze still like this 😬😬😬 when my pastor made a statement one Sunday. He said, "Remember those times when what you have now was just a dream, a prayer point, a big wish!" Truly, a series of recollections cascaded in my mind. I remembered when, many years ago, I prayed to pass O' Level exams. 🙏 I fasted with a desire to get into the university; I wished I could help people achieve their dreams; I wanted to encourage people and so forth. Now, I have

Read-Worthy If your story gracefully finds a page to nestle in our 2021 Anthology: The Sound Of Our Own Voices, it basically means 3 things: One, your story is not watery, salty, bitter, or sour! We tag our stories "Read-Worthy" simply because they are the kinds that are worthy of being read. This directly implies that they are not a waste of time. We will only publish stories that are worth reading at all. There seem to be too many writers, but too few storytellers. Another point is that your fingers are amazing! Whoever taught you how to write is a good manicurist. You made us smile, laugh, sad, or wide-eyed engrossed. Keep the good work, GoodFelo. Did you read our mission and vision clarification? We guess. We thought that, if we'll be showcasing African Young Writers to the world, we had to go with writers who could steal the show on our global scene. Writers like you! We noticed that a lot of people have been asking what Read-Worthy means. "Read-Worthy" is

It's amazing! Young writers from far and near have visited the TYWA page to register their intentions of participating in our 2020 competition. We have received some submissions we can't wait to share with the world. About 200 visits to the TYWA page! What this implies is that many creative teenagers have found this contest as a playbook to register their signatures. With YOU, too, we can begin to change the narrative. The sole criterion for this year's entries is creativity. Tell a story with colourful imaginations. We want to see if your story is worth reading. Encourage your friends, children, students and other teenagers to participate in this. Just maybe this might lead to even much more. Join other teenagers who have submitted their writings. Write a story between 200 - 400 words, and stand a chance to earn all the rewarding benefits. Read up the guidelines HERE . We want more. Also, remember that submission closes on September 30, 2020. Do well to share the link of t

A nation without children will lose its wealthy heritage to foreigners. A nation without men and women of integrity will breed children as pests to the society -repugnant ones like mosquitoes, who cannot but offend and disgust others. A nation without competent teachers will sadly stand still; becoming even more stagnant than a mountain in a virgin forest, and no disaster will reshape its structure. A nation without education will go back in time to wallow in the past that everyone has left behind. It will reverse so shamefully like a full-grown, able-bodied man being nursed from his mother's bosom in public. The value of education can only be underestimated by an unlearned person who has been enveloped in colossal ignorance. When you see one whose conducts fall below certain expectations, you may like to review their educational history. However, a child's first teachers are his immediate family: parents, siblings, and so forth. The truth is that education is more like a seed.