They called it scaling, it was an almost seamless operation with one girl astride the old tank holding a bucket to scoop water. Other girls would carry buckets on their heads waiting to fill them with the scooped water and they would carry the buckets to the small clearing where there were perhaps hundreds of buckets, they would exchange the buckets of water for empty buckets while the girls appointed to keep watch over the water stood silently and menacingly. Continue reading →
When will you marry?
I began a fiction series in May that I intended to run weekly on Fridays, sadly I wasn’t consistent at it. However I have finally finished it and I’m putting it up today. Because I’m such a fabulous person, I’m putting everything here in one post. There’s no need to jump here and there to refresh your memory of the story or get acquainted with the story.
This week I was at a wholesale pharmacy and a customer- a pharmacist told us a story I have not been able to get off my mind.
He was holding a pack of a very popular medication and examining it with great care, he set it down and asked for ten packs.
“This is the original” he muttered. Continue reading →
“Man proposes, God disposes” is one of the most popular maxims in the English language and it is fitting for today’s post. When I started this series, I intended to update regularly but life got in the way. Anyway here’s the third instalment of this paranormal series and if you need to catch up on earlier episodes see Something Like Love
The first time Nneka heard the word bastard, she had just turned five. Her grandmother was cooking okro soup in the kitchen while two women conversed in the living room. Nneka was playing with Garichi- her doll and Aduku- her squeaky toy. Continue reading →
Walking into the night, down the long straight path,
It wasn’t exactly night, the sun had just gone down,
There we were, my soul and I,
Looking for magic, without even knowing,
The leaves seemed to glow, with a light not of this world,
The insects, I think they were insects,
Composed sonatas, I’m sure they were sonatas,
So I danced, like I’d always wanted,
No one saw me move, in that rhythm older than time,
Freedom, heady and rich, filling my arteries with fire,
So I opened my mouth, to taste joy,
It slid past my tongue, tingling every cell with current,
In the middle of a lonely road, I found me,
I’d had no clue, how lost I’d been.
Thanks Imma aka D’dream for inspiring this.
Barely ten days ago, the executive secretary of the Nigerian University Commission at a workshop at the great University of Benin, announced the approval of the Doctor of Pharmacy program after a protracted battle that has spanned nearly two decades.
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