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2017: Such A Beautiful Orchestra

Just some days ago, I was talking with my friend Dayo, and we were gisting about how 2017 was. I was going on and on about how I had already started writing a depressing article about it and how I will not post such negativity on my blog, but will send it to him (because obvs, I don’t care very much about him).   But then I went to church

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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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One Day

  One day, this is going to be a grainy picture. Yes, we paid the photographer over half a million Naira for his ‘Shine Blue Shine’ package. You had asked him what sort of a tag that was; shine blue shine, and I had looked at him sympathetically and pinched you. As he stuttered to reply, you giggled and said to him, ‘Just kidding sir. What am I thinking trying

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I’ll Lift Them Up

Aisha and I have a swell time entering Keke Maruwas every day to the court.  I’m kidding. ‘Swell time’ is a misrepresentation. It’s more like an ‘interesting time’. We’ve been transported by some Maruwa riders, who were so peculiar,  I’d hope to meet them again. Thankfully, today my dreams came true as Isiaka carried us for the second time. You’ll wonder why I know his name. I know his name

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30 Years Later

It’s been two weeks since I sat in the gallery of a court and watched in dismay as the proceedings to declare a marriage of 30 years null, unfolded before me. I wanted to cry. And it still baffles me. You know how sometimes, we look at people celebrating 25 years of marriage and we think ‘God. This is amazing. I hope to have something like this’? Ah well, apparently,

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We’re Having A Baby!

I am crying and laughing at the same time (thank God I’m laughing,  so the people here think it’s the laughing that is tickling my eyes and producing water). My wife has surprised me again! I mean, when I was getting married to Betty two years ago, I knew she was mischievous but I didn’t know it has reached this level. Do you know that when she was vomiting two

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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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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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Over-love

It all starts when we over-search for what we think we over-need. In doing that, we over-worry about what we believe is over-important. And hope to finally find that which we over-think we over-need. When that happens, we begin to over-love what we think we’re over-privileged to have. But at the same time we over-ignore that which is over-important And over-focus on that which is over-trivial. We overbear even what

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Do You Like The Person You’ve Become?

I ask you this question in writing because I could not talk to you when I saw you we saw yesterday. Heck, I could barely even look at you. You, on the other hand, were bold enough to look at me. It felt like you were looking right into my pores; into my soul. How did you even think you had the right to look at me? Is it not

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