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House Number 29

She's at the cafe window, mug in handa young man steps into her viewout of an Uber, now sliding away. His ironed shirt, his fresh haircuteverything on him speaks intentionexcept his feet; queasy, andas willing as a flat tyre. He…

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 True Nigerian

The True Nigerian

Early in the morning a true Nigerian meets a friend and like a game of ping-pong they play with greetings. “How is your wife?” “she is fine!” “And the children?” “they are fine!” “How is work?” “work is fine!” “Your father’s health?” “he’s doing well!” Then one says a greeting…
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