“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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“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 [...] Read More The very singular type of love 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 [...] Read More You may kiss the Bride… muah 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 [...] Read More KNEE DEEP (2) 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’. Continue reading do not enter the place 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 [...] Read More CHIOMA 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 [...] Read More The Ravagers I - Night of the Takers 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 [...] Read More Love still lives here… |
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