
Segun Iwasanmi
© Segun Iwasanmi | ™The Man With The Story.
Book Writer | Screen and Scriptwriter | Creative Fiction writer | Book Editor.
I help people turn rough ideas into bold stories that work
Member Since: 9 months ago


Why Your Scenes Are Dying Before They Even Breathe
© Segun Iwasanmi ✍️✍️✍️ Every scene must leave a tiny itch in the mind. It could be curiosity, it could be tension, it could even be laughter. But something inside them must want the next page, the next line, the next shot. If not, you’ve only written decoration, not story. Here’s the trick: don’t dump everything in one go. Give just enough to pull, not to satisfy fully. Think of it like gist. Nobody tells the whole story in one breath. You drop small small until your friend...


Why Predictable Endings Kill Good Scripts
© Segun Iwasanmi ✍️✍️✍️ If your audience can guess your ending halfway through the film, you’ve already lost them. Nobody spends two hours just to confirm what they knew from the start. Here’s the secret: a strong ending must be unpredictable but still feel inevitable. Sounds like a riddle, right? But that’s the gold of scriptwriting. Think about it. The best films don’t end the way you expected, yet when the twist lands, you realise everything had been pointing there all...


Happy New Month, Fam,
October is here! Wasn't it yesterday that we screamed Happy New Year? The 10th month of the year already. And, funny enough, though “Octo” means eight, October is the tenth,proof that even calendars can confuse us sometimes. 😅 But whether eight or ten, what matters is this: God kept you till now, and He will carry you through. Since October is also Nigeria’s independence month, I pray for you: may this month mark your personal independence from worry, struggle, and every hidden chain h...


The Algorithm Of Heaven's Media
© Segun Iwasanmi Chapter One — When Heaven Sent A Friend Request ( CONT'D) 💊💊💊 The next morning, as he was walking out of Adeyemi's gate in Ondo City, he passed a street preacher with cracked voice shouting, “Repent! Accept the invitation of Heaven today!” Christian froze. For a second, he could swear the man’s words sounded exactly like the notification he saw in his dream. He shook his head and muttered, “Coincidence.” Later that day, a gospel song played in a passing k...


Why Producers Stop Reading Your Script Before Page 11
© Segun Iwasanmi ✍️✍️✍️ If your script can’t catch fire in the first 10 pages, forget page 80. Producers don’t have that patience. Scripts are like bread in the market,if it smells stale from the start, nobody is waiting to see if the inside is sweet. Here’s the trick: the first 10 pages are not introduction, they are audition. That’s where you prove if your story can carry weight. Most writers waste those pages on long greetings, character backstory, or endless explanati...


The Algorithm Of Heaven's Media
© Segun Iwasanmi Chapter One — When Heaven Sent a Friend Request 💊💊💊 I remember that night like it was yesterday. I had just finished a long day of writing. My laptop screen still had that faint glow, and the fan in my room was humming like a tired choir member during night vigil. My eyes were heavy, and I told myself, “Segun, just close your eyes for ten minutes.” You know how we say ten minutes, but angels in charge of sleep always extend it to five hours? That was how I drift...


Why Your Script Is Not a Film Yet
© Segun Iwasanmi ✍️✍️✍️ One quick way to get your script rejected fast is to start moving the camera inside your script like you’re the one holding it. “The camera pans left, zooms into his eyes, tilt upwards…” my brother, are you the director? Your job as a scriptwriter is the story, not the camera angles. When you start dragging the camera around, two things happen: 1. You annoy the director, because you’re doing their work for them. 2. You expose yourself as an ama...


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...


























