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detoxify me
There is a reason why I am luckless with people. This is ironical because I consciously devoted my lifetime a long time ago to serving people- making sure they were happy healthy and comfortable. It has taken away more than I care to admit from me. I have had to give up more than a …
Letter to a thousand women
This piece has been sitting somewhere collecting dust and cobwebs. I thought to share. Who knows? Somebody may like it. So here goes nothing. It's a fairly long read. I wonder if I am ever Going to stop loving you. If you are surprised Let me apologise For pretending not to care All these days, …
Of children and log-fires
This post was initially intended to go in an entirely different direction but somehow, one thing led to another and here we are. I am from Nigeria- a country some of you may recognize as lying between Benin and Cameroun on the Gulf of Guinea in West Africa. Some may even recognize that at approximately …
Clinic tales: part 2
The shrill chirp of the alarm pierced through the cold and restless night, but the figure shrouded between the sheets hardly stirred. It had taken too long, far too long for the elusive blanket of sleep to settle over his features. The hooting of the night owls, the buzzing of the insects and critters and …
Counting pennies pt. 2
The story started here I have chosen to stay back in the Southwest of Nigeria and take advantage of the supposedly better employment opportunities. I want to save up money and go back abroad to start a residency program, it has not yet worked out so far. I have never made as many applications or …
Counting pennies
I have not exactly been feeling all that chipper for the past three months or so. It is not because I am busy with work or with any other projects. The opposite is in fact the case. I have been out of work for the past two months at least. It feels like two years, …
Conflict gemstones
There are a few things that are peculiar about me. Things that if I do not lay on the table, I become all too easy to misunderstand. In no particular order here they are. First I grew up questioning a lot of things that I was taught. Needless to say, it didn't go down well …
Menage- a- tryst pt. 3
He would fall asleep again. It would be fitful. He would toss and turn, smack into a knee here, a fist there and worsen his injuries. He would wake up and everything would hit him again and he would wonder how it was that he ended up here. He would go through the memories till …
Menage -a- tryst pt. 2
He came to and it instantly hit him- the acrid stench of human waste, both liquid and solid. His eyes were still trying to adjust to the low light, although he was already fully awake. It was literally impossible not to be, with this relentless assault on the olfactory senses. The small cell was lit …
