Tag: literature
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Sick with the quagmire
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Gone with the wind
There are days nothing spectacular happen in our lives. Just routines. And yet one day we look back, and miss those ordinary times. Like I am looking back right now and seeing myself beside a tomato farm right behind our school wall. Almost everyday, while teaching in a classroom on the last floor, I stole…
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Bleak house
Already, they were suspicious. So, my going there was a gamble. Part of my reason for going there was to gain their trust. That was why when they offered me a meal, I did not hesitate to thank them and head towards the dinning table. They had eaten already, so I was the only one…
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Deliverance
Woke up terribly sick. So weak I am unable to move or even scream. It was all so sudden. Went to bed feeling strong and well. How did all this begin? I tried to sit up, with great difficulty. Perhaps it was malaria. All over the room, I vomit, having no strength to go to…
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The Communion
Majitey suggested it first. No one thought of it as a possibility although a few members of the board heard of it as a joke by one Nigerian comedian. Make the Lord’s Supper a full meal. Sounded funny and absurd. They all thought Majitey was joking when he mentioned it. But he wasn’t smiling while…
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Movies
Some people see movies and television as distractions. I think everything has its place. Some see movies and television as negative influences on society. I think its a question of who has the tools of change in their hands and what sort of change they intend to engineer. I used to swallow many things whole,…
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Gloomy night
I heard her. Splashing water into toilet seats. Kicking and knocking washroom doors to be sure no one was in there. Rolling mop buckets. I could smell the scent of detergents, and her grumbling. “So a human being really did this!” she blurted. I’ve always complained about the poor maintenance of the washrooms. Here was…
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The world doesn’t pity the poor
The sun was scotchy, and as its heat intensified, so did my fatigue and hunger. I doubled my steps, my mind working out shops to pass by and what to purchase so I wouldn’t get home and regret purchases that should have been made. Occasionally I would turn to be sure some reckless driver wasn’t…
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The Games
It was a family fun day. But the arrangements under the canopies were not according to families. This was the Body of Christ so every person under each canopy was seen as family. I knew no one. Threading cautiously, I entered the venue, a park. Things were done differently in this new church. There was…
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