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By dawn, a few of Tez’ Mu’s assumptions had been proven correct, earning him his escorts’ begrudging respect. Merchants using the Mirin route were now being allowed into the city, though the Keolyor had doubled security. That was an opportunity, one he intended to use.
Poetry, in many instances, resists the desire to be confined to a single definition. Ask a magazine editor, a poet, and a critic what poetry is, and their responses will differ—despite their frequent intimacy with the form. One might argue that a poem is meant to be experienced, not defined. Yet often, the reader encountering a work of poetry seeks both experience and comprehension. They don’t just want to feel the poem; they want to understand it—to walk away satisfied with that experience because they “have a rational understanding of that experience,” as Yvor Winters put it.
Ronke Macaulay’s "Green Passport in the Rainbow Nation: the story of Nigerians in South Africa," a document with a premise as enshrined in the title, is about the life Nigerians live in the southernmost African nation of South Africa. It got its official premiere at...
The Court did not sit early. So I had ample time confer with my client. This case has been burning in my heart since the NGO I now work for picked it up from Suleja prisons on Friday. It was the sole thing on my mind throughout the weekend; it served as a form of...
Tayo Bakare was still in the hospital when her husband was buried. The man slumped in her presence and was carted by the medical team of the hospital where she delivered the baby and that was the last time she saw her husband alive. Each time, she asked after him,...
There was a post on the CFW GROUP about writer's being creators, I promised to address Falusi Opeoluwa on her comment: "when I was very young, I loved to write. At the age of eight, I wrote many undelivered letters, wrote anything in words, I loved it. At the age of...
Ade was ministering in the choir, when he saw a woman walk into the church, she looked like a wingless angel. She was average height, physically fit, and had a pretty face, with fake hair that flowed down her shoulders. In that moment, he knew in his heart that he had...
“Who is he? Do you know him?”Ruth asked curiously from behind as she came to stand beside me. “Jummy, what are you doing here?”My uncle found his voice at last and I had the satisfaction of seeing sweats bead on his forehead. “Can someone tell me what is going on...
“Do you think I’m in love with him, Ruth?”I asked with a frown on Monday morning. I have told Deji that I will give him a definite answer today, though he wasn’t too happy about it, probably at the fact that I didn’t jump at the offer but I was able to convince him...
The unwritten codes of existence dictate that all humans must contend for sameness, equality or balance. The variables of our existence dwell in an unending tug of war; the stronger side wins, but never absolutely. The victory wanes and gravitates to the stronger side...
It was two weeks after the break-up with Tunde and I was still reeling from the shock and the betrayal. “Look, jummy.Please try and forget this idiot of a man. He is not worth a thought from you. I’ve wished leprosy and all sort of illness on him every morning and he...
It was a Friday once again and my best day out of the whole week but this particular Friday was very special. I have this dream look on my face throughout the week and have trouble concentrating on my work. It got so bad that my best friend and colleague, Ruth...
