Into the dead of the night

Say hello. Hello. I am at the bus terminal. Finally, I've received my posting for NYSC- the retrogressive and utterly stupid program for the service of the fatherland. I was posted to Sokoto. Yikes. I have been running helter skelter to see what I can do to ensure that I am redeployed as soon as …

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Palms and Cedars

The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree and grow like the cedars in Lebanon. The year was 1998. I was a little boy. I had learned to read the previous year and was consuming every written thing- scraps of newspaper, grocery lists, pamphlets, novels, Children's storybooks and doodle collections, The Bible, dictionaries even, with …

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