Ngozi…

My father has an ‘unusual’ middle name, it’s fairly common but unusual still. A few weeks ago, I stumbled on a post that referenced the name – maybe it’s Tsar’s post actually. Anyway, he made a quip about the name on the post and I threatened to report him to the bearer of the name, but something nagged at me. Continue reading →

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The daughter and the god.

When the child was given to you, placed in your belly by the father of gods even though you chose to thank the man with the white robes, messenger of the strangers’ god. We hoped you would remember to teach her about us. We watched you through the veil, as you pressed your fingers on beads and prayed for a godly seed. We wondered how you could not tell you were carrying a god.

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It’s Refillable

This isn’t the post I’d scheduled for today, I already have 500+ words of a post titled Anywhere which is a love letter of sorts to Passenger who is a British singer/songwriter. I started it after midnight and wrote until OmoT’s battery heroically gave out after nearly seven hours of writing without power- writing and watching YouTube videos (let me say the truth). My new laptop gives me great joy.

The YouTube videos were research for the post though. Sadly, EKEDC didn’t restore power according to their normal schedule of giving us light from a few minutes past midnight to a few minutes past 6am – you can nearly set your watch by it.

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Flower In The Rain.

There are days that stand out in my head and today, August 7th is one of them. My very precious cousin was born today, his name is Uche and we’ve been a cat and dog pair since we both began to talk. We’re age mates, born the same year but I like to pretend I’m older, it annoys him.

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Somebody’s baby…

Once upon a time, a woman gave birth to a beautiful baby boy after an arduous and perilous labour. He was the most beautiful baby in the world, his eyes were huge and he had the softest, curliest, black hair his sister and his brother had ever seen. The baby belonged to them alone, ‘have you seen my baby’ they said to visitors who came to see the new baby and the mother. They disregarded the father and mother, two sets of grandparents and a great-grandmother who also owned the baby.

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Lantana’s Odyssey – 3

Maimuna opened the door and enfolded her in a hug that should made her flatter than an ATM card, Dr. Ibrahim was smiling as he walked past them into the house, his arms laden with the fruits he’d stopped to buy at the market. Maimuna guided her inside and settled her on her favourite armchair – the one Yohanna had called her throne. Continue reading →