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When I uttered the statement: “If you can’t beat them, you join them” while discussing about the fake feel of the yuletide, I made that statement in a state of defeatism. That was a huge mistake on my part. Someone (name withheld) rightly accused [...] Read More MY POST-YULETIDE FEELINGS Goat are crying chicken are shouting A lot of noises people are getting really busy Rushing to get stocks for Christmas Hustling and bustling the city [...] Read More Christmas Noise Early morning harmattan has come and with it an overwhelming dryness, which gnaws at the sides of the eyes and attempts to solidify the eye wax. This dryness also rests on the lips and makes them unattractive. This means that Vaseline sellers would soon [...] Read More A FAKE FEEL OF THE YULETIDE I missed home today for the first time in the Diaspora and the reason is the experience I had with a certain family, the Boltons who invited a few of us over for a festive dinner at their home. Mal and Wendy who [...] Read More The diary of a Naija boy in the Diaspora XXII - Christmass without the Mass I could have been an area father Having no joy in peaceful situations Or a professional freeloader With no life, no goal, no aspirations [...] Read More Shame to my alter ego I dreamt that we had church in a place so bright like it was in heaven The large site had gay decorations and teemed with a cheery gathering Mum led a choir dressed as white-winged angels Which sang of a great joy born to the whole earth [...] Read More A Christmas dream I get to music player, click on Ministrations then click on David Olukoya’s message and pray as I bathe and make-up. My attire for this Monday is a pair of coffee brown pants, a brown camisole and a cream empire top. I pick up my brown belt and clinch my waist. Going through my jewelry box, looking for and wearing my pearl bracelet, white bangles and my ever present Farafina wrist band that I wear everywhere even to big-shot weddings… Who cares?! My hair all brushed and pinned to a bun at the nape of my neck, I slip on my American eagle flats and hand bag, I leave for the parlour to greet my uncle because I hear him talking to someone on the phone. [...] Read More You can’t imagine what I did today! My name is Emmanuel, and it means “GOD with us”. I was born on the 25th of December. The day everyone all over the world calls, Christmas day. I was only eight years old when I realised that every day is once in a [...] Read More DECEMBER 25th. It was our first family vacation. Our parents had been planning this getaway for months and we had been bragging about it to anyone who cared to listen – OUR FAMILY WAS GOING ON A CHRISTMAS VACATION. 7 of us stuffed ourselves into our [...] Read More Prodigal Ambitions |
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