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This is a dance of the world and-

– other stories. In case you were struck by the title (someone said my titles are marvelous, I’m  supposed to be proud of that uhn) or  worried this would be another story on Madam Corona, that wicked Nollywood woman whose children are dancing and dancing, stealing from everybody’s pot, I Read more…

By ife, ago
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I am not

I am not featuring a picture or offering anything elaborate. Look. No big grammar or bothering about ‘literary merit’ or form. Here is it: 1. My mum is a doctor but I am not a doctor. I don’t want to be a doctor. I won’t be a doctor.  I would Read more…

By ife, ago
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What is Home?

Begin, maybe, with the pillows.  Perhaps home lies in the softness of a pillow, in the lush comfort of it, our heads lolling, our hearts singing soft songs. Perhaps home is not the big things we think it is, the mighty costly things.  Perhaps it is in the small tender Read more…

By ife, ago