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LOVE IN THE SUBURBS – 1
Where I live, love between a man and a woman is a fantasy and a fallacy. A woman only says she loves you if she wants your money and a man says he loves you if he wants your body. Where I live is the perfect breeding ground for the lewd trade and barter you…
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KOM KOM
Uncle Jonah told me to come and play with his daughter, Sidi, yesterday. He asked me to bring my rusted iron kom kom that I always use to cook food anytime I play family by myself or with Sister Kelechi. I have never seen his daughter before. I never even knew he had a daughter…
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LUCID DREAMS
Music was one of the many things that brought Chima and Justin together. They both had a mutual admiration for Drake and they had assigned some of his songs to most of the things they did together: wash day, clean-up day, road trips, sex, etc. So when the thick rope that held them together began…
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SON OF THE SOIL ( Part Two)
Nwadiala was a bit peculiar. His eyes were as light as pure gold, and his skin was the colour of fine sand and as smooth as baked clay. His hair was a mane of full dark thick hair that threatened to meet his eyebrows. Nobody in the entire village had such features as his. It…
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SON OF THE SOIL (Part One)
“The birth of her children, which should be a woman’s crowning glory, became mere physical agony and devoid of promise.” – Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart Njideka had been married twice. In both marriages, she never knew peace and happiness because she never had a child for her husbands. It is said that for a…
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MATTER FOR GROUND
Oga Callistus first pikin don talk say na Mama Amara daughter he wan marry. Small boy way never reach twenty years! If you see the slap way him papa sama am for eye, eh? Mama Callistus come dey hol’ her pikin as she dey beg her husband. Oga Callistus come dey shout, “Which kyn pikin…
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MUSE
Every time Ebere walked briskly by his lodge holding her lab coat on one hand and her little brown strap bag on the other, Joshua would quickly play Lionel Richie’s Hello through his sound system and increase the volume hoping she would hear. Once, she had taken a glance at the direction the loud music…
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PINKY PROMISE
“My name is Zik”, he said. Or rather announced with a slight tone of mischief in his voice. “Zik? As in Azikiwe?” “No”, he laughed. ” Zik as in Eziokwu”. Neche thought his name to be really strange. She had never heard that parents could give their children a name so vague. A name without…
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HEAVY IS THE HEAD
Ifeanyi could not believe that they now managed Lipton tea bags. As his mother shouted at his sister that morning and rained insults on her wastefulness, Ifeanyi tried to refuse the truth that they were now that poor. He stood behind the door to his mother’s room, his dark skin blending smoothly with the darkness…
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DULY KNOTTED
The corridor echoed the cracked voice of the elderly woman who, at exactly 7 am, walked into Nzube’s hostel to announce her arrival and that of her goods. “Okpa di oku!” “Ezigbo okpa di oku!”. She was followed some minutes later by the shrill voice of the little girl who looked timid but whose eyes…
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