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Ashy Hands Deserve Love!

I hate to think of myself as a routine person, but I am. I know this because my day is pretty predictable. My food schedule is predictable. What gets me upset is predictable (although some people will say otherwise). What I say when I pick the phone is predictable. In fact, my colleagues at work pride themselves in acting me out. It is therefore so that there’s a particular spot

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Dancing Tomatoes

I think the first thing you must know is that this is the most disgusting letter you are ever going to read, considering that we never talk to each other like this. I apologize in advance and promise that we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to Actually, we are NEVER talking about this letter; get that into your empty eggshell skull. Also, please Bello musn’t

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About Sola

Sola said to write about her. I wanted to avoid it because then she’ll think I care about her (which I actually do but why let her know?) But then my fingers danced around my keyboard for a while and my brain froze over. Law school is making me think only of legal principles and opinions and statues. It’s actually not funny. Anyway, back to Sola. Sola is a stalker

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I Don’t Know, But I Like My Friend

I don’t know, but I actually like my friend; Tessy – A LOT. I think she’s very funny and weird; like weird in a way that is not creepy. My mom thinks demons are sitting on Tessy’s head and according to her, ‘many voices probably whisper to her and tell her what to do’ I do not believe that. Tessy is just really creative. So here’s what she does: she

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My Old Scartoo

Of all the scars on my body, the one right above my left knee is one I always pray not to disappear. I am weird and never apply body lotion to the scar; just in case all those commercials are not lying when they say their body creams would make your  skin smooth and without blemish. My mom says, ‘You are a woman and your skin must be beautiful.’  But

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All These Names Are Just Names

‘Do you know what used to be my favorite quote?’ She asked me.  ‘Erm…’ was the best reply I could give. I wondered why she was talking to me at all.  Everyday, I visit my best friend, Caro, in the hospital. She broke her arm in a fight with her boyfriend and although that one is one long story altogether, I’ll summarize it: So, Caro is dating this really handsome

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Making Friends Everywhere

I always pray for those scammers to call me. Sometimes, I practice to myself what I’ll say to them and how I’ll handle the situation. But nothing prepared me for the encounter I had this morning when one of them called me. I was just preparing to go out and I was late. I was rushing; spraying perfume, and buckling my belt when the call came in. I slid to

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My Best Friend

I once had a best friend who made me think that she was my worst friend. Up until today, I am not sure whether that was just her conducting a hot-water test for me; to determine whether I was worthy of her friendship.  She was almost anything you’d wish for in a friend. She was kind and cool. She stayed loyal and was never two-faced about things. She loved God

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Several Hands

I listened to a young lady eulogize her late friend and it touched me. Here goes: “Kemi always liked DIY. She is…or was the most crafts-y and artistic person I have known . She made her own bed sheets, cooked foods you’ll only find in restaurants, made every present she ever gave and re-used every old material or jeans or whatever. Going to her room was always like a treasure

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I Hear

You would be surprised how much I can hear even though I’m medically deaf. (Well, I’m deaf, simply) I hear my mother tell me she loves me everytime she comes to cover my body with a blanket at night.  I hear my father say he’s proud of me everytime he reads the articles I write.  I hear my uncles and aunties gossip about me everytime I see their darting eyes. 

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