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BURN THE MALLAM: Time flew swiftly whenever Mallam Kabiru was in class. The man was born to teach Maths. He simplified complex concepts with admirable ease and competence. For almost two hours, we sat in our straight-backed, uncomfortable cha...9 view(s)
The very singular type of...:
“Thank you Alfred.”
I say and nudge the car door shut with a loud thud. I use my elbow; my right hand has got a heavy bag of groceries and my clutch bag, my left holds an even heavier bag of shoes. I love ne...6 view(s)
Engaged But Available:
Picking up my carry-on bag, I marched towards the baggage claim to get my suitcases, sweating profusely; I toyed with the idea of sitting down for a quick minute to regain my strength before proceeding to the baggage cla...6 view(s)
Who Killed Mrs Johnson? -...: Detective sergeant Bassey Akpan, a short and stout man of fifty-two years, had worked in the Nigerian police force for close to twenty-seven years and had seen it all. He sat in his office reading an old newspaper to keep him...6 view(s)
THE END OF LOVE 1: BREAK ...:
My ex was my first real boyfriend. I met him when I was twenty-one and in my third level in university. I was doing my internship with a bottling company and he was an Engineer who had just joined them after his national ...5 view(s)
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A kid's prayer: As i face another day,
Watch over me Lord when i play,
Help me not to cry when i fall.
Instill in me your sweetest love.
Fill my heart with your truth.
As i'll soon ...147 comment(s)
OH! PASTOR: ... Oh! Pastor ... REPENT!!! before its too late!
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The first time he kissed her it was from across the office.
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Captain von 'Clap' Trapp: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of some ages, good day.
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I thought I was a Lagosian. Today ,I realised I am still a native of Ogbomoso. I left my shirtmaker in Tinubu Square on my way home. I watched Muslims pray in unison with the spirit of Ramadan hovering in the air. I wanted [...]
Daylight streamed from the wide glass pane windows and cut broad swathes over the bed, tinting wrinkled white sheets with a halo of gold. She stirred and rolled from one edge to the next, gathering the bedspread around her like the [...]
“Nnam, you’ve done well coming to see your wife. You can see how happy your presence here has made her.” Ezeamaka reached out to pat her son and he grinned.
“Don’t tell her this but it’s been very quiet in the flat without her; [...]
Don’t believe the hype; being a ghost is no fun. You can’t read minds, you can’t possess people or influence their thoughts or actions, you can’t reach anyone, or anything, physically, and you can’t move things with your mind. Nobody can see you, nobody [...]
It is early evening at Pangolo Junction, a run-down bar in a less-than-affluent part of an unnamed town, and three men are sitting round a table. Two of them are nursing their glasses of kunu and watching with vary degrees of impatience as the [...]
A manly-man Old fashioned with rugged mane I‘m your calmative police force When libido riots in your pulse *************************** A Portmanteau of mare and man Trimmed & manicured, not me But come to me for a cure If you’re burdened with Cupid’s curse [...]
“Mara, see me after the class,” said Mr. Ethics “but you should come alone.” He concluded the last part of the sentence with his index finger standing while the rest clutched at a red mini towel that he used as handkerchief. Red was also [...]
I would have called you ‘Oya’ Mighty conjuror of confluence and delta At the snap of her fingers To let me bask naked In your waters, Wash me pristine and guiltless. [...]
********* Some tranquil is necessary, Even for the military, When worthy occasions, Undergo deliberations. Solitude is of essence, When inspiration descends, And one must have some quiet, When the thinking roads he plieth. [...]
