Shadows in the dark

Shadows in the dark

The wind blew hard and even harder. It drew a single note that became a rising cry in the night before subsiding to a sobbing sound.   For a second, Simon believed it was the cry of someone in distress. Only this time, the blast of air currents came again to swirl around the curtain and draw out another cry that seemed to be mixed with human emotion.   The cry came again. It forced…

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Hey, Mary!

Hey, Mary!

Hey, Mary (Original name withheld, not for any reason but to allow me concentrate and write this).   Remember when you and your boyfriend would bawl from your room to the disgust of everyone out of excitement and when he hit you, no one cared. Because they tried saving you a few times but you kept reiterating that you love him. The sound of your halting voice as you unnerved those guys that first came…

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1982

1982

“In 1982” was unarguably, Pa Alex’s most used byword. Virtually every imputation he gave dated back to 1982. Even when he admonished his kids, he referenced 1982 as well. My disquisition grew by each allusion. “Why always 1982?” He would limp to the infirm orange tree in the compound, sit on his fast back rocker and wave stories at whoever cared to listen.   Everyone parodied him with laughter whenever he started off his customary…

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This is a confession

Hello Chidi,   This is a confession, but I’m torn between accepting an advice and drenching myself in the animosity of the public.   My name is xxxx. I’m 42, been married for 8 years now, with 2 kids and a husband who is struggling with his life now in the hospital.   Having grown up in a family of teacher parents, and 4 siblings, I spent most part of my life under the tutelage…

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Not my type – II

Continued –  She beeped me hours later to inform she had finished, it was evening already, so, I took her to a restaurant to feed her hungry-looking self, grabbed some more drinks and drove to my place, she didn’t refute. She jejely stepped out from the car, dragged her handbag and entered the house. I showed her to a room to sleep, as the gentleman I am, then hit the shower. I suggested she wore…

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Not my type – 1

Not my type – 1

Hello Chidi,   This is a confession, Yes! But I don’t need anyone’s bitterness or advice.   I’m Ugo, just like the ideal man for an average Nigerian girl, I’m 6″1 tall, with a chiselled jaw, though hooded in my fluffy and glistening beards. Thanks to my kinda work, I have bellyful time to hit the gym, though not lusty over it. And yes, I effortlessly earn a luxury 6 figures. I made this description…

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Thank you Ebonyi State

Thank you Ebonyi State

Travelling has never been this beautiful! Having travelled cities and states studded with tourist destinations, nature’s beauty has been something I have really appreciated on my steady streams of travels.   The trip that brought me to appreciating more of mother Nature’s handiwork was my last trip to “The Salt of the Nation”. Ebonyi State, located in South East Nigeria, bordered by Benue State to the North, Enugu State to the west, Imo and Abia…

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Those eyes

Those eyes

Merely looking at the rusty decrepit bench at the train station, you would guess it could barely hold the weight of three persons; so, Jessy, Chima and I decided to leave the seat for Mom to sit. From where she sat, she stole glances at me standing behind her, with my arms nestled into my biceps. The weather grew colder, the trees funded its buoyancy while their leaves cheered and whistled relentlessly. The peep of…

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Judgement Day [Parody]

Judgement Day [Parody]

Roaring thunderstorm… Blinding lightening. Angel Gabe actuates around with iPad scrolls on both hands. Wings wobbling effortlessly. Ding! A phone rings in the desirous crowd. “Is that a phone?” Gabe asks rabidly. Stomping his fist on the table, rupturing it into two halves. A sudden frosty calmness traverse the previously athirst crowd who had grown weary of Gabe’s show off. “I ask again, is that a phone?” this time, more furious. Morsels of saliva abandon…

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Men’s struggles

Men’s struggles

We men have our own daily struggles too.   I woke up disoriented, no, it wasn’t hangover, I just overslept. Couldn’t locate the door, but I was awake. Stumbled my way to the bathroom, rushed a bath, dressed and left for my presentation.   All the way from the danfo, to the venue, I had continual atmospherics with my underpants. I dunno why. I couldn’t come to terms how of all days, such animosity will…

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