Getting my hands dirty pt.1

I had always thought myself apolitical. I had always thought myself too pristine for the dirty game- or so it was called. I had always thought that my opinions did not matter, could not be heard, would not make a difference. But my friend and roommate during my internship year, helped me to see myself …

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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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