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THE WORKING MAN – Part 2
At exactly 7:30 am on that Monday morning, I had resumed work at the office in my neatest white shirt, overly pressed trousers you could see the hot iron stains, and my only black tie. As I stepped into the bank and greeted my colleagues, I looked at their faces to see if they happened…
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THE WORKING MAN – Part 1
Someone died again. At that intersection, the one they call Nitel Junction, a boy was shot in a road rage. People stood there, some unknowingly placing their shoe prints in the boy’s pool of blood in a struggle to take his picture and circulate the gory news. Others stood there, explaining to passersby who cared…
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RESURGENCE
At some point, life doesn’t become what we make of it but what it makes of us. Love becomes a fathom and brotherhood a wishful thinking. We crave our emotions to be displayed in holograms but our feelings are hollow. In exhausted breaths, we ask at some point, what is the point of life? Silence…
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FROM MANGOES TO MEMORIES
We didn’t call it childhood back then. It was just life. It was waking up to the sweet aroma of Mama Chinwe’s akara and the noise of bus conductors shouting for passengers to board. It was the excitement of meeting up with your boys as we walked the dusty path to school, talking about the…
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POV – YOU ARE MY DATE
There’s this mental stress that comes with going on a blind date. First is choosing what to wear. You’ve got to dress based on the location of the date. And that is irrespective of whatever outfit makes you comfortable. There’s also the nagging need to impress your date. You want to be in nice clothes…
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POV – DEJI
Born in a generation stricken by momentary gratification, Deji had given up on looking for the one who had a soul as old as his. What concerned him these days were his work, his health, and his family. Love was something that he could no longer chase. If it found him, then so be it.…
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POV – MORENIKE
“It’s been 4 years? How are you still single?” If Morenike could get a penny every time she was asked this question, she would have become substantially richer. Here she was, sitting out in a restaurant and having drinks with a friend who had found her on Instagram and wanted to catch up on lost…
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When Gods See You – 1
Her feet splashed muddy water on her dark skin as she ran, not for her life but for the life of the little one sleeping soundly on her back. The cowries on the child’s neck beamed red lights. Her pusurers were close. She held her wrists behind her as a support to hold her child…
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UNTIL DEATH
I’ve thought about dying more times than I can count. I’ve thought about dying painfully and painlessly. I’ve thought of dying at a young age and I’ve thought of dying old. On some days, I think about dying the next minute or right in that time. I’ve painted gory scenarios of my death. Once, while…
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IMMORTAL
Chukwu, the high god, had summoned all the gods and goddesses he had created to the heavens. He sat on his glorious throne holding the ofor, the staff of authority. His face was so bright that it was difficult for any of the gods to describe how he actually looked. His white long hair floated…
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