The Writers Periscope

Writing is more of art and even more skill. The world of publishing is fast evolving and writing is bridging the gap between publishing, digital marketing and brand development.

Recent findings show that data driven content, entertaining stories, inspiring articles and guides have become business assets. You can now connect, build a network, attract and sell to people from your website or blog and social media handles.

eBooks, articles and webpage content are integral components of your social, digital and internet network growth.

Writing and coaching prospective writers are my passion. I would like to help you solve your writing needs. Yes, all of them. If you are starting out on any writing project, then I'm the right guy to write to.

Never get stuck again on any kind of writing. You can spend hours trying to craft the right business story or you could simply send me a request and I get your work done for you in record time. Stop getting disappointed by your inability to write, not everyone can write pretty well and fast, when the under pressure.

You too can do this. I have enough experience to coach you through and start you on your path to exciting content creation. You would love my coaching.

In addition to the Writers Periscope Coaching, you will benefit from my writing packages, which consists of freelance writing jobs, guest blogging on more than 8 websites and blogs, at a lesser rate.

These Packages are:

Blog articles
Brand statements
Poetry by request
eBook cover design and compilation
Ghostwriting
Book review
Training and coaching
Web and Social page admin
Website content writing
Book publishing
Voice over
Blog/Web design

They are definitely for a FEE. Negotiable fees, though. I am quite affordable and I have been retained with most blogs I write for based on my efficiency and considerable price ranges.

Go ahead and send me a message and tell me what you need and I will respond ASAP. Click here

NOTE: This is our maiden Writing Class. Slots are limited. Just 10 persons. 10 Passionate Writers.

Classes commences February

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Fiction | The Tripod Effect

THE TRIPOD EFFECT The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the surrogate father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife and said, "I'm off. The man should be here soon" Half an hour later, just by chance a door- to-door baby photographer rang the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. "Good morning, madam. I've come to...." "Oh, no need to explain. I've been expecting you," Mrs. Smith cut in. "Really?" the photographer asked. "Well, good. I've made a speciality of babies" "That's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat" After a moment, she asked, blushing, "Well, where do we start?" "Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch and perhaps a couple on the bed. Sometimes the living room floor is fun too; you can really spread out!" "Bathtub, living room floo...

The Curve And Colors Of Hate | Uwen Precious Ogban

The Curve And Colors Of Hate When the evening news had broken Father spoke with a tone of pain and anger “Nigeria is a whore,” And my mother agreed Painting sensual scenes giving you pleasure of what looks like a garden that hides a landmine. And how trying to walk through it becomes slippery A journey asking for crimson libations, full of fractures and ‘Had I knowns’ while you looked over the fence for greener pastures Her sighs spoke of a menu full of thrills but you are served double horrors She, Nigeria, abhors you later on when it relinquishes you of value, Truly, she is an old ‘Whore’ My Father picked it from there, “Nigeria gets hard as rock” Wants of men despised Sullen moods recorded in poems, speeches, and events, snubbed For as long as it makes sultry suplex’s on a comfortable ring – Nigeria is satisfied “Son, Nigeria is you, your mum and I” Guilty to a fault Pained by happenings that come with fire and brimstone Let loose from bellies that should hold patriotis...

Featured Poem: Slavery In Africa - by Uwen Precious Ogban

SLAVERY IN AFRICA We believe they rowed their boats of tumults into our region; carrying with them bags of conundrums, while we drummed our drums and jollied to their, intonation. The way they dressed, the way they addressed us Made us mime to the harmony and yearns in their speeches of a dawn to civility and hale: that was a start of the course of slavery in Africa. We still thought they were our brothers, because our chiefs rolled floridly with their proposals While we were mockingly disposed of In the field, or given to bespoken tailors as apprehends; as helps; in servitude; ‘posed to carry out orders as the come in flicks. We became babies in our own motherland we became cartage of their foreign plans. We cleared our huts so that they could find comfy and build on our strengths draining our tears as they wryly whipped us on our backs. Their wisdom their prowess They used to molest And we gazed in cluelessness Cause we still didn’t see it as slavery then – but as pain, so enjoyable....

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