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"Working with The Bagus NG was a rewarding experience on my Author Journey as I got wide exposure to my literary works through the virtual book tours and PR services. The Bagus NG also organized and managed the book launch event of my fourth book and Third Poetry collection "Dead Cats Don't Meow - Don't waste the ninth life" which was a very successful launch event. I have no qualms in recommending The Bagus NG to other Authors. Highly Rated!"
Tolu’ A. Akinyemi
Author - Dead Lions Don't Roar
"It was awesome working with The Bagus on our inaugural Grill and Read Readers’ Award 2017."
CEO Grill and Read Initiative, Nigeria
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“The memories flood in like ocean waves How she roke me, left with a man who left her like abandoned goods from a failed robbery scene” Poetry thrives on language, expression, and imagery. The danger, however, in fully embraci...
How Beautiful We Were is a captivating story of a fictional African village called Kosawa where the people were thriving and living until an American company “discovered” oil on their lands and started to drill ...
Little Family by Ishmael Beah; a succinct tale of survival, utmost privilege and its absence, community and family follows five youngsters (Khoudi, Elimane, Namsa, Kpindi and Ndevui) who are not related but found themselves living...
“Don’t play with fire, eh? Or you will get burned.” The Missing American is a fascinating story filled with complex characters who are in one way or the other inter-related with one another. This intriguing story tell...
#TheBagusNGReviews I Oloyede Michael Taiwo’s “Lagos Is Killing Me I Interrogating The Complexity Of Human Emotion
“We open to unearth the umbilical cord of black lives across geographies We open to aerate the stinking catacombs of wrath wrung by the festering sores of racial injustice, we open to plait the cold cord of nostalgia into knotte...