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The very singular type of love

“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 [...]

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My Sis Got Married Last Weekend - Final

On the few occasions I have been privileged to attend a Nigerian-Caribbean wedding, I have always been fascinated by the similarities in culture, the colour of the occasion and the beauty of the people. But never did I imagine that one day it would [...]

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Lime Juice for Nuptial Wine

Coo-coo-coo-coooo! Crew the big brown cock, beckoning on humans to leave the comfort of their beds. Soon, the henhouse-generated melody resounded from rooftop to treetop. Father Okoye, now wide awake, marveled at nature’s choir and orchestra. And to think that frogs had croaked him [...]

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My Sis Got Married Last Weekend - 2

My Sis Got Married Last Weekend - 2

For me, the day started on the wrong note.
I was late, and I conveniently blame the damn laptop. It was an afternoon wedding, which suited me just fine. But, like the vast majority of [...]

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My Sis Got Married Last Weekend - 1

My Sis Got Married Last Weekend  - 1

Before una get the wrong impression, let me make it abundantly clear that I’m not one of those to get too sentimental about these kind of things. Come on, I’m a guy. A Naija guy. Not only [...]

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You may kiss the Bride... muah

I hate weddings.

Not the institution but the ceremonies built around it.

I mean, the first miracle Jesus ever performed was at a wedding…and that should have sent a signal to humanity that no matter how hard people try, something would always go wrong at [...]

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KNEE DEEP (2)

Meetings between them after that had been awkward. Their shared secret caused forced pleasantries. Forced as they were, these showed the nicer side of both persons and that made for more meetings. Gradually Uju became Mrs. Peterside - Mrs. Toju Peterside.

Marriage to Uju [...]

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do not enter the place

This essay is not written by a gentleman so leave it if you do not have the stomach for thinking the unthinkable. Anathema is my ambrosia; needling the conventional is my nectar.

 

Hey, guy, who told you that you must get married? Yes, the society preaches the glory of marriage; the black suit of a handsome bridegroom and the lily-white wedding dress of a ravishing bride make us go ‘uh’ and ‘ah’.

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CHIOMA

Chioma’s smile gives my heart relief. I can’t remember the last time I stammered like I just did. Even Janet, the first and last lady I ever proposed to before now, never made my seat this hot.

‘I thought you will never ask,’ Chioma [...]

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The Ravagers I - Night of the Takers

There were many of them dancing in the moonlight that cool night. The soft yet pumping beat of the drums, the lilt of the flutes, were skilful in drawing the feet to skip and to thump on the sandy, shifty ground.

She chose to [...]

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WIDOW

My husband died in his sleep but my in laws said I killed him. How could I have killed my husband? After all, my uncle had married me off to such an old man because he could not repay the debt he owed. I [...]

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Love still lives here...

I sit curled up on the love seat, tears flowing.  Staring at the far end of the room, I ignore the shadows cast on the wall by movements outside my window. My mind is in turmoil. I look around the house; five years and [...]

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