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Category Prose

You Were So You Are

You were a wonder long before she stared at you and said ‘wow‘ You will still remain so after she looks over your head as though you weren’t there.   You were a gem long before he called you priceless. You will still remain so after he tries to buy your love.   You were a beauty long before the photographers and tabloids flashed your pictures around. You will still

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I Feel Everything

The first time I met her, I felt nothing. It wasn’t like what most people say they feel when they meet their partners for the first time.  I was at a meeting for intending choir members and I wondered why she was so vocal (pun intended). We were waiting for the existing choir team to finish their post-service meeting before they’d attend to us. Betty was literally shouting at the

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Hey! I Am Not A Leader!

I am so distraught. Even more so because I never told anyone that I am a leader. I have never raised my hands to ask people to believe in me and make me the ‘head of something’ . I never got any leadership position except one time in secondary school when they wanted to make me the bell ringer and I vehemently rejected it… That’s not even the point. The

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Lazy Bones: Lessons For Alicia (or me)

I felt more alive last night than I have felt in a long time. It still feels like every inch of my body is calling and screaming for attention. ‘Feel me! Feel me!’ I hear them saying. Basically, what I’m trying to say is that I’m tired and my body aches. I have tons and tons of work to do, tons and tons of people to call and tons and

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Backbiters: Lessons For Alicia (or me)

Alicia came from school yesterday crying. I was at my laptop drafting a letter when she walked in, eyes swollen like sponges that had been soaked in tears, lips quivering, and body hot. I almost flung my laptop on the floor. I ran to her and knelt down, adjusting my glasses and pulling the back of my top down. ‘What’s wrong baby?’ I asked her. I looked up to my

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Lagos Journeying

Before you set out on a journey in Lagos, you must consider a couple of things. You must know (if you don’t already know), that you CANNOT take the estimated ETA on Google maps seriously. What does the satellite know? What do the Google people know about the mood of Danfo drivers that day? What do they know about the learners who won’t put the L sign on their vehicles?

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Fake

I see fake people everywhere. People who spend more of their lives on phones made of plastic material more original than the plastic they themselves are made of. People who speak vocabulary so alien that their brains shut up in the process and their tongues want to throw it up.     I see fake smiles everywhere. Smiles so plastered and strong; strong enough to hide all the injuries and

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We Still Smell of Smoke

We still smell of smoke although the fire is out. At home, we still walk on eggshells although (step)father hen is dead. We still stay out late into the night although light has now returned into our home. We still wring our fingers although the ocean has dried up. We still stare at our mother in disbelief although (step) father no longer shares her bed. We still cower at the

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Diluted Me

Mama and pa thought they were doing me a favor when they sent me out into the sea. They told me not to be scared of the water, that the water was my friend if only I went with its flow. That was just mama though. She was the one who spoke kindly about the whole situation. Pa was particularly brutal with his words. ‘Chibundu!’ he would yell and pull

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My Criss-Cross Wrinkles

My fingers are crossed. The skin on my knuckles criss cross, wrinkled from all my working and tilling and watering and weeding. Weeding: I stopped you from rolling papers bursting with psychedelic herbs. I stopped you from destroying your brain, smoking the dried up substance promising to take you through heaven but never telling you the destination; hellish-living. Burning: You were going through hell when I met you. Broke, broken,

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