There’s a lot of hair here

I didn’t pour water on my head for the first time in one year today. Trust me, I didn’t feel very much like myself. I would go on to say to myself, “Who the hell are you, Stranger?” Myself would go “…Errr…I’m you, Dude!?” And then it would dawn, that I am in fact me, […]

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Struggles of Fat-boy

Fat-boy ran faster than his heavy feet could carry him. He hit a stone in his path, fell, and bruised his left knee. But he felt no pain, only fear. It started two months ago, when he arrived Gbogboero Grammar School. He was smart and had flesh like a broiler chicken: the right kind of […]

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The Sinemile Ordeal (XII)

I open my eyes to a terrible headache, the SBHM ‘s fan in my face, and a wet towel on my head. Tanya is excited to see me conscious. ‘That monster hit you.’ She says, reading my mind. ‘Where is she now?’ ‘SBHM called the guards to come and carry her. She really lost control, […]

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The Sinemile Ordeal (XI)

I shove people aside with my elbows like one possessed till I’m beside her limp body. I crouch to feel her pulse. She’s not dead. Whew! Everyone looks at me puzzled. I scream at Bilikis to carry her two legs while I lift her by her arms. Two other people take a cue and join […]

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The Sinemile Ordeal (X)

After some fifteen minutes of running about in search of Charity, we sadly conclude she is avoiding us on purpose and decide to go without her. ‘That girl with her chinge eyes, God will punish her!’ Tanya says with pungent spite. ‘Let me just catch her in the hostel this afternoon, I will break her […]

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The Sinemile Ordeal (IX)

The door slowly opens after about twenty minutes of waiting, and what I see scares me out of my skin. I take two steps backwards just to regain my balance, and because my feet still badly hurt, I take one more. Then I trip, and fall flat on my face, right in front of the […]

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The Sinemile Ordeal (VIII)

Her demons have awoken yet again, with fieriness that leaves me sore. My right cheek bleeds of pain, regret and anger, alongside hot blood from fingernail scratches. Several consolatory eyes watch me as I rise in slow motion from the ground, and stagger out of the place I’ve know as my room for the past […]

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