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This Anthology of Love and other beautiful tales is a collection of short stories that challenge conventional narratives of what romance is all about.
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I woke up in the early hours of the day one morning in December wondering who had become my benefactor overnight. Just last night, I struggled to find some sleep after countless baths and an inevitable stripping, I finally made it to the roof tops when all else...
-Happy Place- The first and the last one A welcome flash of thought Wherever I may go I'll make it back to you On days I don't return I'll always find your kind Or at least dream of you Caressing my spent cells Your lifeless static form As loyal as can be Is all I...
Love is a Beautiful experience, especially when the girl is still carrying the original copy of her brain. The one that let's her know that you don't meet a guy today and start taking his name for prayer session. Adura is one girl that my heart rings for every time I...
This story is inspired by true life events. It was the early 1940’s, the air was thick with dew and the ground beneath flush with vegetation. All neighborhoods or most rather, wore the ever-glowing look of home, a feeling every kid should have during their formative...
Mme Jacques Cartier-Bertrand sat in a daze, her glassy eyes, red and swollen, staring at no one in particular. The salty stream of clear liquid pouring down her face was completely ignored, causing a wet patch on her black Yves Saint Laurent top that she wore. Her...
I like the way Jerry says my name without really seeing me there. He drawls it out like a silent prayer, like a whisper to a god you know has already answered your prayers, a sigh. "Nesi" "Yes brother" "Get me a cup of Akamu" "Yes brother" "Nesi, take this dirty cup...
Jide had wondered why everyone seemed to ignore him even before the funeral procession began. He saw all his childhood friends around, moody, teary eyed and refusing to talk. Even Kebiru, the notorious school bully was seen with traces of tears in his face. Was this...
I was in my penultimate year in the university when I first met Jamal. He was seconded from the Police Academy's medical college in an exchange programme. For a policeman, you'd expect a strong, tall and huge build - Jamal was the exact opposite. It must be why he was...
Edet sat before the review panel. His heart was pounding. He had enjoyed five years full scholarship scheme with added international networks. He finished top of his class. It had been no surprise. Or maybe a little since he had strong competition from his fellow...
A girl hung herself in my office this morning, looking at her body slowly sway, turn and twist, I had to think about all the possible explanations I could give my wife. I have also taught about that empty fan hook before, it had this appeal, it looked like it could be...
