OUR PEN
By Izunna I. Okafor With our pen we speak, Not that our voice is raised at peak. The ink...
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By Izunna I. Okafor With our pen we speak, Not that our voice is raised at peak. The ink...
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By Oladele Oluwatofunmi My thoughts keep calling me away, At exactly 5:20am ,my...
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A Story Series By Eunice Oladeji The few fortunate ones, like my father, were the medical...
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Birthed under the waxing crescent moon, After rigorous nine moons in sacred shade, Questions...
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By Similoluwa Joel I jerked awake, my muscles popped as my hands wrapped around the chair...
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