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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…

Hard Things

The second hardest thing in the word is finding you. because precious things are hard to find. The hardest thing in the world is losing you because losing you is losing me. These hard things easily make the easiest thing in the world keeping you and loving you till you've…

The Girl Across The Street

Thursday evening, two minutes past six You were standing by our street With your (talkative) friend Your skirt gently teasing the wind. I overhead you saying you know me (A neighbour from across the street) So I assumed your (talkative)…

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