The Sinemile Ordeal (VII)

My eyes are wide open. Again, I have found no sleep. No, I’m sleepy as hell, but to succumb to sleep’s appeal might be deadly at this point as I do not know her intentions,neither do I trust them. She has put me on her bed, and is making tea for me. It’s 5:24am.  She’s […]

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The Sinemile Ordeal (VI)

After thirteen rounds of frog-jump round the cut-yard, and thirty straight minutes of ‘squatting-and-flying’, I want to just die. Yes, die. End it. Forget Kelechi. Forget Chinelo. Forget my single mother and Uncle Nonso in South Africa. And. Just. Die. My eyes are rolling back in my head, my limbs are screaming for mercy, and […]

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The Sinemile Ordeal (V)

I’m on the queue with my stack of buckets when I suddenly begin to reminisce. Sinemile rushed into the room the other day, tears gushing out of her eyes like Erin-Ijesa falls. She hit the bed, her bed, and covered her head with her pillow. Everyone was quiet, everywhere was silent. No one had ever […]

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The Sinemile Ordeal (IV)

I’m at the door to the dormitory now. I peep to see if Sinemile is in, and I see her lying on her bed, facing up, with one hand behind her head and the other hand tracing an imaginary line under my bed on the top bunk. I see her feet are not on the […]

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The Sinemile ordeal (III)

I catch the sight of my pink  night shirt in the line area as I take slow nervous steps towards the hostel. I still haven’t washed it after last night’s episode. I might not get a chance to do so, so I’d rather just warm up to the idea of sleeping in it tonight, smell […]

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The Sinemile Ordeal (II)

When we woke up this morning, some of my room girls were jesting, obviously discussing someone, in hushed tones. The juniors who would be dead if they spoke out just went about their business with amused countenances. Tanya later told me on our way for breakfast that people had heard what Sinemile said in her […]

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The Sinemile ordeal.

I hear voices that resonate in my ears, but my mind is too lazy to process them. Stolen things, I hear, are sweet, and these few moments of short stolen naps are sufficient proof. While others chatter about everything and nothing in particular, all I seem to do is snooze and drool. It’s the best […]

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