STAMMERER
By John âDare Okafor My words are not your words They stink of perpetual repetitions Clad in the embroidery of insecurity. ââLove your fateââ Preacher man said. My fate is …
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SIMBIâS DILEMMA
With adrenaline pumping madly into my brain, I hurriedly jumped down the fence and started running into the bleak night under the watch of the ink blue sky….
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By Oladeji Popoola The world is on her knees pleading with the virus for ‘life again’ The world is in her sickbed, longing, dreaming and hallucinating. Isn’t it some days …
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Behind her at the centre of the parking lot was the statue of a man dressed in uniform, probably a policeman or anyone in the force. With the stick in his hand, he appeared to be shooing away two other images: an old woman clad in rags, crying, dragging her naked daughter away.
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By Foyinsaye ‘What?! Dad and Mum? Really?’ I exclaim in disbelief as my parents, still oblivious of my presence in the living room, hug each other warmly. ‘Well, I’m so …
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