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BLACKOUT 

Hello guys, here’s the link to my first post on Medium. It’s pretty short and sweet. Enjoy your reading.  😉 https://medium.com/@e2d720cf62de/edd814d526f

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A Mosaic of Torn Places | Read the New Diverse Anthology of Young Nigerian Writers | Brittle Paper

http://brittlepaper.com/2017/05/mosaic-torn-places-read-anthology-young-nigerian-writers/

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BLOATED 

​ Cut. Some hoarse voice soused in fatigue, I anticipate its saying it. This scene I didn’t rehearse before acting, these lines I read out of a slipping-into-numbness-where in my head.   They’ve forgotten about a break. Well I need a break. Whoever they -director- are. I don’t remember our agreement on terms of work, …

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MIRAGE 

​​ You will look for me everywhere- places I can’t be reached- because everywhere is only where your eyes can behold, but I am everywhere, like air, and beyond these wheres, and like air your eyes can’t behold me. Your eyes will take on searchlight for lens, your body rubbing against luminescence to hitch a …

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GLE 2017

 * I am at the park. Inside the bus I will travel to Lagos in, there is a couple at the front seat; the only passengers. There is a commotion beside the bus. From the flakes of conversations of the women who sell snacks and soft drinks to passengers, and a pricking gloom that has …

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SIFTED MEMORIES 

​ JAN’17 I wrote nothing about living 2016 at the end of the year because I would be too overwhelmed to finish whatever piece I started out to write. But if I had made it past few paragraphs, certain entries would have taken seats amidst the introspective sentences: “I felt guilt in its unrefined form, …

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WE NEED NEW NAMES- THE REVIEW.

After the first two pages of We need new names, I thought it was speculative fiction; that Darling and her friends were inhabitants of this surreal world called Paradise, and they could fly to Budapest chanting Vasco da Gama. I thought these kids with awkward names were actual birds. I’m abashed. Jumping into conclusions has …

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NO SURPRISES

​ It amazes me how one could smile and cry simultaneously. This completely discordant outburst of emotions is happening to me  right now; something that happens often enough to pass for norm. Most times, people cry and smile at the same time when they are overwhelmed with joy; walking into a beautiful surprise that had …

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UNTETHERED 

“I’ve waited so long for this day. For today when I will listen to you g-rh-h-on…” BOOM! A bullet plunged into my rib cage. Then I heard the gunshot.  Bullets must travel at the speed of light.  My chest burned. I reached for my pistol from under the pillow, clutching my chest with the other arm. …

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A PLACE TO CALL YOURS. {A POEM}

You mined your dynasty out of a blotched name, Ignited frozen stones to start a fire that would be a flare. They exhumed your heart, stripped you of humanity and you stood numb, spectating the birth of the beast that is you.     Now you seek wholeness in a land of broken bones. You …

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