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    Aderonke Ogunyemi – “The Lies I Told Myself”

    A while ago, Lolade, my friend came to me teary-eyed, clutching unto her dream of becoming a world-renowned poet. And although she’s such an amazing writer, my friend told me a million reasons why she wasn’t sure her dream would come true. I started by scolding her. “How dare you?” I said, “You are such…
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    Becca Bassie – “Ready or Not”

    Bang! Bang!! Bang!!! Was the noise from the door, I became so scared because Kunle was out late again. ‘Open this door' the person stammered. I ran to the kitchen to get a weapon (frying pan), and ran back to the door and everywhere was quiet but I was still tensed. I tried so hard…
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    Eya Ndidiamaka – “Priye”

    I lay still, watching the almost burnt kerosene lantern in our thatched house and in the dimness of the room, I watched mama fast asleep, her body in a curled position like one who feared to sleep carelessly, she turned and mumbled and I wondered if she was having one of her many nightmares again. …
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    Kenechi Obele-Martins – “Let me know your name I pray thee”

    He came. First, it was at night. You wondered how he had managed to get in seeing as the house was full, or had they all gone to bed? He came. Boy! Did he look good. You wondered why you had never known him before now; he had been around since your childhood, only that…
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    Adetutu Adedoyin – “Trapped”

    ‘Why won’t you help me? Why do you want them to think I am crazy? I am not crazy! Is this what you are going to do? Really? After giving your life, you would just leave me hanging?’ It’s been two weeks since I stomped out of Dr. Ladi’s office. I still have her handkerchief.…
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    Eju’Ojo Onu – “Finding Peace”

    The only thing that stopped her from reaching out to the arms of death was the sound of the music that kept her head shaking and her heart beating.  “What happens when the music stops?” something deep within her whispered. The voice spoke measures to an answer it desperately needed, the voice was hers in…
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    Ezechimerem Ohaegbulam – “Not Always So”

    The last time I saw Daniel Olusola, we shook hands and parted as eternal friends. However, it was not always so. ************************************ May 13th, 07:48AM “Good morning, Dr. Kingsley,” the nurse on the morning shift greeted me. I could never seem to remember their names, so I would surreptitiously glance at their name tags before…
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    Toluwanimi Adekanmbi – “Untitled”

    I feel like I’m constantly tumbling in an infinite pit, it’s appalling because I keep feeling I will land and it will be over but it never ends. I stand in front of the mirror.   “You are smart, You are kind, You are beautiful, You are amazing” I chant.   You are useless! You…
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    Ojinnaka Amanda Ginika – “Open letter: The hate you give.”

    It was love at first taste when he sipped from the bottle. Their paths were destined to make a cross behind the curtain. Maybe this could make it right, maybe he would finally be able to stand up to Dad. His last hiding place was inside a drum till Dad found out and turned him…
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    Okolo Chinua – “Tomorrows here are wells within”

    Madarame takes his pen to write, he still has mixed feelings. Earlier that morning he had met a roadside beggar, an elderly man with hands the size of a well. When he stretched them forth it didn't look like he was asking, it looked like he wanted to collect what he had given like a…
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