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HOMECOMING

HOMECOMING

Out of the corner of my left eye, I watched as the first Policeman to arrive the scene signal for the buzzing crowd to calm down. Surprisingly, they did, and then he turned in my direction. He was wearing the ceremonial black and blue, and he looked smart in it. The drab all-black uniform wouldn’t have done his done his dark-skinned self any favor at all. Maybe he knew that too. Anyway, I let him take two steps towards me,…

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ENTRY

ENTRY

I stabbed the man in the mirror at the third try, hard and fast, just like baba had instructed. The unfamiliar face that gazed back at me from inside it had a bland expression that remained in place during the first two dry runs but quickly turned into a painful grimace immediately the knifepoint hit the mirror before it shattered into a million pieces. The deed was done. “Congratulations, ” baba whispered, patting me on the back with his calloused…

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B2

B2

“You don’t think this your beans is too far gone for eating?” Lanre blew some chaff from the bowl of white beans he was picking before responding to Tofunmi’s query.  “Because of ordinary weevils? Abeg, if I die, I die. This is my last kongo of food until I go home next week, so nothing dey happen.” “Urgh! You should at least have put it in the sun to drive them off. Looking at them crawling everywhere is doing my…

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DADDY

DADDY

Worship was superb. The music was as solemn as the voice of the female chorister who led us was angelic. Our massive pipe organ provided a fitting accompaniment to the familiar tunes, and the perfection of the new multi-million-naira church building’s acoustics made sure all the ears within its walls were blessed with harmony. Almost every member of the more than one thousand strong congregations stood with their eyes closed and their slowly waving hands raised towards heaven. Some had…

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#GbasGbos

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Imagine how you’d feel getting to work on a Monday morning, looking all glam and angelic in your newly bought and very expensive all-white gear, only to log into your official mailbox and find staring at you a picture of yourself sent from an unfamiliar address (apparently taken the previous week) as you slept off a heavy lunch in the quiet comfort of the boardroom, with your mouth open. Terrible, right? Good. Also, imagine the horror of finding out later…

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SLITHER

SLITHER

I woke up at dawn as usual, despite having stayed awake for most of the night and It felt natural to wriggle my way towards the bathroom in order to relieve myself. I was already naked, so all I had to do was allow the warm urine stream out of my shrunken penis, then wriggle back to the bedroom after the last spurt. The overwhelming urge to hiss and flick my tongue in and out of my mouth came out…

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IMPURE THOUGHTS

IMPURE THOUGHTS

Photo credits – Google. Victoria Island early in the morning is a confluence of conflicting humanity. On one side you have the revelers from the previous night, men and women, dragging their weary bodies back to wherever it is they sleep, trudging along on leaden feet, with hooded eyes, their hair less than perfect and their faces pasty from being absentmindedly wiped a million times with soaked handkerchiefs. On the other side are the drones on their way to the…

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SOPHIA’S UBER DAYS (3)

SOPHIA’S UBER DAYS (3)

Wednesday. It wasn’t quite ten minutes after the journey to Berger commenced that I heard sniffing from the back seat. A slight headache from reading till late was why I’d left the radio off, which meant the sound carried quite clearly to my ears, but being at a red light meant I could steal a peek over my shoulders. Something was obviously wrong because the passenger was bent over with his head in his hands, a man who had been…

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I.J.G.B

I.J.G.B

Photo Credits  –  Google Uncle Yemi returned from America much leaner than when he left. In truth he hadn’t been the most rotund person around, but he had way more flesh before he travelled abroad than what he came back with. The first thing I noticed was how frail he looked as he walked out of arrivals in hesitant steps, his black bag slung over a drooping shoulder. His hair was bushy and almost entirely grey, and when he came…

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