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Not A Review: Stay With Me

Author: Ayobami Adebayo I remember buying this book at Patabah the Saturday in July  before I went back to Yola to complete my Law School program. That day, my heart was full of optimism, but my pocket was empty (no, not half empty). I, nevertheless,  drew money from my savings and bought Stay With Me and a couple of other books. (I may have shed a regretful tear or two

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Not A Review: One More Tale For The Road

        Author: Chuma Nwokolo Just in case you’re not my best friend, or you’ve never really been around me, or you don’t listen to me well enough because I talk too much for you, I’m going to repeat this: I LOVE CHUMA NWOKOLO. There’s something about seeing a book by a particular writer and, without flipping it open, you just know that it’s going to be a

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Erm… Wait, What?

Prompt: Feb 16 The clock Write about anything you’d like. Somewhere in your post, include the sentence ‘I heard the car door slam and I immediately looked at the clock’ September 9, 2015.  High Court, Ikeja ‘Please state your name for the court records’ ‘Elisa Elizabeth Eli’ Would you swear by the Bible or Quoran?’ ‘Are you kidding me? Did you hear any of my names?’ ‘That was unnecessary. Hand

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Through The Window

Prompt: Jan 29 Through the window Go to the window. Look out for a full minute. Write down what you saw.  I looked through the window and saw a man stand by the kiosk of Audu, my gateman. I could hear him ask him if he had sugar. Audu said ‘No, but I get groundnut’ The man said, ‘I said sugar, you said groundnut. How does it rhyme?’ Audu probably

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I Want To Tell You…

I want to tell you of how I’m hanging by an almost-invisible string of happiness; How I walk on eggshells around myself, afraid that my thin smile might just break into uncontrollably bawling. I want to tell you how I feel when I look at all my friends laughing like they have no worries in the world; How I feel when I see her, most especially, having the most perfect

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Un-Goons

I recently remembered some wicked people I’ve met… Enjoy…  The very first wicked person I remember ever meeting in this life was Aunty Ijeoma. I mean, it could have been the doctor who gave me un-identical ear piercings but I don’t remember meeting her so Aunty Ijeoma would have to do. She was my class teacher in primary 4. She was Igbo, tall, fair and hairy. Of course, that did

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