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THE ROLLING STONE GATHERS NO MOSS__UNTIL IT DOES.___WEEK 50
For 28 years, Ada was a rolling stone. That is what her mother used to call her. "Ada, you are a rolling stone. You gather no moss." She liked it. It made her sound free. And…
THE RUNNER
Kane came to a stop, seeing a glimpse of the small village far ahead he could not help but wonder, it had been so long since he had a place to rest. He had walked miles, seen…
He Died, But His Last Words Changed My Life.
The first time I met Uncle Femi, he came as a savior. Even though I didn't want to accept his kind gesture at first, and that is due to how insecure the country is. One needs to…
The Day the River Changed it's Mind
By seven o’clock that morning, the town of Abeni was already awake... The smell of akara floated through the narrow streets while Buses groaned as they struggled to start...…
Write A Poem
It was dawn and the air smelled of damp moss and something faintly sweet and calming. Dahlya stood at the…
The Weight Of Tomorrow.
Tunde woke up that Saturday morning the same way he always does to the sound of his mother's pestle hitting the mortar at the backyard, pounding pepper for the stew that would…
THE SECRET FILE IN MY GRANDMA'S ATTIC__DAILY PROMPT 13TH SEPTEMBER
I found the secret file on a Tuesday. It was tucked behind old sarees in my grandma's attic. Manila folder. Yellowed. Written in red pen: "DO NOT OPEN - 1998" My hands were…
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