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Time has moved fast.Three hundred sixty five dayssince we were taken,one full year of pain and agony. The memory burns.The memory of never going home.I stand here as a woman,my innocence seized and buried. I nurse Mohammed now.He smiles, unaware he isthe living scar of my sorrow.Do not weep for me. I am a child…
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We sat around the evening fire, warming our cold skin dried by the harmattan breeze. My joy rose as I sat beside him. He cracked his knuckles, spat into the fire and stared ahead with grey brows that carried age and wisdom. I listened as he recalled his boyhood. Days when the Lagos Ibadan expressway…
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When my son was born,I knelt and whispered,Son, I am happy you arrived.I wish you never came. You were brighter as a star in the night sky,watching weak earth dwellers from above.Your promise shone clearer there,than it ever will on this soil. They will tell youyou can be anything.Do not trust it.It is a tired…
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I love Lagos. I never denied this. My bond with the city sits deep, the same way people in Sapele hold on to their local gin called Ogogoro. The affection I have for Lagos beats the commitment my Enugu people give to Okpa. The feeling pulls through my skin in a way I still struggle…
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On the morning of Saturday, October 11, 2025, a user with the handle @Thelashbrowque1 posted a tweet that shook the +234 timeline. It read: “The olosho my neighbour brought home last night charged him 130k. She said he agreed to the price. The guy did a fake transfer and escaped. The babe has been crying…
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Spend two days in Paris and you see a city of contradictions. Beneath the postcard images of the Eiffel Tower and the Seine lies a metropolis where colonial history is not just remembered in museums, it walks the streets, fills the schools, and shapes the very character of urban life. Paris today is not “dirty”…
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Where death is certainand strife is brief, We journey,hopelessly live for death,like the man born of a woman,who hopelessly searchesfor death’s love. We dwell with temptress,as dawn fadesand the hourglass drains. We hope for a never-coming tomorrow,like the lazy ‘eye Ọkín’ that waits for tomorrowto make its nest. As the dust beckons,we wend into eternity,and…
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Soothing death,my body a burden,frail and fragile,my spirit a prisonerheld by its bond. Soon the gaol shall break,my body planted eternallyin the earth,that my spirit may be setfree and loose. It shall travel with heracross borders and boundaries,greet miles,and dwell beyond distance,walking her into eternity. Death, my hope of reunionwith my blushing bride.O death, your…
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Through dark clouds and deep sea,through jungles and wilderness,through life’s twinge and wreck,through hills and valleys, Closer, I crawl.Death I shall kiss,to wane and marry with the bride,amidst beatitude and glee. In gaiety shall I dwell,like a peony in a pouch.Blest shall pious mortals be;there shall be glowing laughterfrom earthlings with pure thought. Rejuvenation for…
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The truest of all,you were the purest.I was a juvenile,an unworthy man,yet your companionshipwas an embodiment of grace. I loved you wholeheartedly.You were a gift not procuredby merit,but bestowed. A paragon of beauty,an epitome of virtue,your radiance made goddessesblush with envy. Though we were fromtwo different worlds,our love built bridgesacross the divide. I desired the…
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