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A Man Who Cooks

That Monday morning, I did not wake up in a hurry. I did not run into the shower. I did not jump into my clothes, and breakfast was not left-overs from Sunday night’s dinner. I lounged lazily, with Ezinwanne and Nneka watching a TV drama series. None of us had...

THE BANKING HALL PERVERT

“She’s going to slap me!” I said to myself, unsure of what defensive demeanour to assume. Do I wait for her to accuse me, and then in a calmly measured voice tell her it wasn’t me while pretending to be offended? Should I make my denial very indignant, to validate…

Mumu (Fool)

Patrick tugged urgently at the piece of cloth strangling him all day. He yanked the tie off his neck, threw it on the sofa as if the sofa had offended him, undid the top button on his shirt and poured…

The Story Of My Wife

My wife becomes a mute when mad at me. She would completely ignore me, pretending not to hear anything I say, and getting her to say even a word becomes as futile as cooking a stone in a sieve. Her…

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