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My Condolences

‘We shall do well to offer our condolences to her after the service’ the pastor said. I was still recovering from the news that Mrs. Dupe lost her 9 year old son. It was very hard to imagine that a little body filled with so much vigor and energy could be snuffed out by death. Why then was I still alive? Why had I lived all these years on earth

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In The Silent World

I lost my hearing finally when I was 10 years old. The parents knew it was coming; it was just a matter of when. They had been warned way since I was born, and so it was a little irritating when my mom would cry her eyes out whenever she screamed my name I could not hear her because I had taken off my hearing aid. I do not know

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Hey? Babe? Hey!

He said ‘hi’; I said ‘bye‘ He said ‘wait’,  I said ‘why?‘ He said, ‘listen‘, I said, ‘Talk‘ He said, ‘thanks‘, I said ‘Talk‘ He said ‘I like you‘, I said, ‘Haha‘ He said, ‘I’m serious‘, I said, ‘bye bye‘ He said ‘I’ll be persistent‘ , I said, ‘Persist away‘   He said ‘hi‘, I said, ‘hey‘ He said ‘babe‘, I said, ‘hmm‘ He said, ‘I like you‘, I said, ‘Cool‘

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Where There Is A Will…

In between my tears, I am laughing and clapping my hands. All my friends beside me think it’s part of my mourning process, but it isn’t. I am remembering funny things and laughing, and then crying harder because I’m laughing during my husband’s Lying-In-State. My husband; he was always so stubborn. The first day I met his mom, she called me to the kitchen and said, ‘Don’t worry, I’m not

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Puffed Up

She laughed and said to me, ‘I have had the most humbling experiences in life’, as she packed my puff-puff into the once-was JAMB past questions paper. She tied it neatly in a black nylon and handed to over to me.  I almost did not collect it. Her perfect English was still too suspicious.  I had come to buy puff-puff and heard her fluent English. When I was hesitant  to

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My Fault

It’s the morning of my 10th birthday and I feel like I am walking into a Deja vu. The only difference is that while deja vus are unpredictable, this is. I know what will happen when my dad yells at my mom and I know what my mom would scream in return.  This madness has been happening since I was 1 year old. I mean, I don’t remember it happening

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Love to my Ants

There’s a hole in the room they have put me and it is the entrance to the Ants castle situated somewhere probably in the wall. It is a small room; where they have put me, without much of a view so I usually busy myself with watching the ants go in and out of their hole on a single file.  Whenever the three women come into my room, they whisper

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Shame! Shame!

There are memories that never should be revisited.  For some people, it’s memories of discomfort; of the days when they were not so comfortable enough to provide for themselves or their families, the kind of life they would have loved.   My friend, James is like this. He would automatically excuse himself from any conversation where it is being reminisced that he was once ‘poor’. He has made it now and

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8/9

‘Breathe…’ ‘Take deep breaths…’ ‘That’s good, just breathe…’ It is funny (but not funny) that these same words I heard during my labour are the same I hear every night since the day my baby turned 5 days old.  I gave birth to Iyanu; I did. On the 7th day of January, I suddenly felt my water break and all my research on labour and labour composure couldn’t prepare me

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Dear Jude

Dear Jude, This is the 365th letter I am writing to you. I have posted none of them because no one posts letters anymore. Okay, maybe they do – but not in this sense. Even if I wanted to post the letters to you, I do not have an address to send them to. I am writing these letters and keeping them in an Indomie box under my bed. Sometimes,

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