Musings Under The Almond Tree
The birds chirped in unison, leaves rustled through the field covered in soft carpets of grass, the winds blew through every space they found, and the clouds stood at a…
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costume - festival edition
At every festival, someone brings the costume that steals the show. I saw it at the village square. Red dust, white canopies, drums beating. Then he appeared — big black…
On The Other Side Of The Fence__17th Oct
In my village, there was a fence no one was allowed to cross. It was behind Mama Nkechi's compound, made of old bambooo and palm leavees, but everyonee said if you lookedd over…
To Be Cringe Is To Be Free
To be cringe is to be free. I heard someone say this once, and somehow, it stuck with me. I think of this statement at odd times. Like now, when it’s way past my bedtime, and I…
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