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How do I keep this memory at bay? by Deborah Koche

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I have a thing. Sometimes I cannot remember what happened 10 minutes ago. My train of thought diminishes until it’s nothing and so I try to start from my earliest memory. The one I dubbed “The Indelible.” The flashes usually start from his sickening hands on me, but what happened after that? Another flash comes and he is lifting my dress. I am only five years old, but I know that this feels wrong...

Achilles Heel (Part 2) by Ojuolape Amusa.

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As Florence dismisses her friend’s dramatic expression of gratitude, she doesn’t fail to notice how haggard her friend looks. Folake used to be the number one beauty of the class while they were in school. Folake had the looks that Florence was dying to have. Folake had small breasts, a slim waist, moderate derriere, and a fair share of hips for carriage. She was brighter than the...

A New Dawn by Paul Gold

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Titun Owurọ 1. Olúfúnmiláyọ̀ The morning was calm and gave no hint of what was to come. The healed wounds of sixty-one years would be peeled. “Grandma, one baba is here to see you,” Owólabí said as he led me to the room where he entertained the said baba. I always believed that a smell couldn’t bring back memories, but his scent brought me back to my youth. I had been in his arms too long...

Legends by Okikiola Peri

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Depends on who or what we call Legends, we’ve heard stories we choose to believe and might have also decided not to believe some. There are also some Legends that can be impacting and captivating, Life itself has been presenting us with phenomenal occurrences and great achievements that lives rent free in our minds. Fame and popularity are just two beautiful words that makes a person or a story...

My Father’s House by Popoola Ololade Aderemi

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You’re in the kitchen when the phone rings for the third time that evening. You don’t check who it is because you already know, you didn’t have to check the first two times either. There was no mystery surrounding the ‘ who ‘. It might have been a different story if you didn’t know the ‘ why ‘ but you knew. And it wasn’t a different story. You...

The Mess You Made Me by Anita Don

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ONE “Let’s quit Jason.” Samantha said. She was afraid to look directly into his eyes. But she had to,in order to prove her boldness. There were broken glasses scattered everywhere in the sitting room. The kitchen tap was rushing which made water overflow into the sitting room. The house was a mess.“Look into my eyes and tell me you don’t love me,”Jason screamed...

Trying to Find Me by Emmanuella Abasiekong

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My love is no longer unconditional You must pass the test to get a taste of how it feels to be loved by me. The midnight texts, calls or even the appearance in poetry, these are things I just can’t give freely. I have been broken too many times to even give you a piece of me. So the little I have left, I’m trying so hard to protect. Please respect my space and give me peace Because I...

The Adventurous Metropolis Part 2 by Barakah Alim

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‘Kedu bu nke a!’ The driver roared, amidst hitting the air bag, and halting the car. I opened my eyes lids, and sat upright, to comprehend the situation. Before I could fathom the ongoing event, a man from a bus passed across ours, fumingly opened the car and ranted insults on the driver. He is the conductor of the bus, as there is still another man behind the static wheel, gesturing at our car...

Guilty by Grace Abbah

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My name is Effy and this is my story.My childhood was not normal. I remember moving across various states for one reason or the other. So making friends wasn’t really necessary because I know I might leave pretty soon. But everything changed when we moved to Lagos.During one of the Christmas holiday, I boarded a bus going to Yaba to buy some Christmas wears and that’s where I met...

The Adventurous Metropolis by Barakah Alim

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‘If you perceive me behave cynically, Lagos turned me so.’ ************** ‘Park 2, Park 2, Park 2.’ The conductor on the approaching bus, yelled. I waved my hand to stop it. I lifted my heavy luggage to board it, the unnerving conductor scorning at me. ‘This is Lagos, alaye enter, make una hurry.’‘May you please help me with the luggage? It is quite heavy. ’He lifted my luggage and threw it in...

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