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Childhood Memories

Childhood memories. Sunshine. Laughter. I don’t remember all we did or said, but the feeling remains fresh in my heart. Childhood memories. Praise and I would check the balcony to trace the muffled voices from downstairs. We would play the old ball with Ayanfe or Folake’s brother not because we Read more…

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Articles

Shiny

If a thousand days are like a day to God, I suppose the days we count worthy of celebration are tiny pebbles in his palms. Shiny all the same. So how do I celebrate Father on Fathers’ Day? Is it through the music of the human tongue? Or sparking a Read more…

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Articles

God’s Storyline

Listen. There are stories that glisten. Stories like the ones stinging my eyelids – you would never see them until I pull them off with my fingers, until I grip my pen. Stories stitched to my tongue, stories you would never hear of if I do not break the walls Read more…

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Stories

Flourish

The fragrance of the swaying flowers reminds me. The flowers sway gently, sweetly, slowly, aching for an admirer’s tender touch. They remind me of my childhood.  I loved flowers and hated the harmattan, disliking how it punished flowers with its haze, how it cracked my lips and attacked my nostrils Read more…

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Guest feature

Maybe – Fancy Goodman

Maybe it’s not that we don’t want to grow up, maybe we’re just too scared. Maybe it’s not that we don’t want to sing our song, maybe we think there’s no tune and that music can’t be made from broken chords Maybe it’s not that we don’t want to love, Read more…

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