Some wounds never heal, we just get used to them. We just learn to live with them and they matter less, but they’re there. It was a huge sadness that I had to overcome. It hurts. It hurts like I’m dying thousands of times every time I think about the day when I have to […]
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The night mom left It was a cold dark winter night like any other. I went to bed early, hoping to wake up refreshed for the day ahead. But when I opened my eyes, something felt off. The house was quiet, too quiet. I lay in bed for a few minutes, trying to shake off
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This week we would continue where we stopped last week, please open to page 502. Mr. Orumor instructed the students. Make it quick I don’t have the whole day, there’s going to be a general meeting at La Grande salle in 40minutes from now, so I’d round up shortly. We’d be reading “All the World’s
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So, I heard someone joined SLC today…. Sure! And you were not aware because YOU – The Number One pearl of SLC, Queen Motunde, Mother-in-Rome, Arewa of Lagos was busy servicing our big daddy as usual naa Calm down naa, Chinyere, Chinyere! So where have you tied this fowl for my intra-breeding and hope she’s
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Wish I could get something better than this for breakfast, oh! Now I miss home! Georgina muttered. Interesting! You must be new in SLC if I’m right? Adeola gave a smirk at Georgina who was seating few steps opposite her coach at the canteen. Oh! Never knew that came out loud, Georgina smiled. My name
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My eyes met his for the first time, through the caressing breeze and the warmth of harmattan, with the intoxicating aroma he brought. I thought destiny was why our paths came close and my time is near! To love, but I was wrong. He stood by the seashore, flexing his biceps and triceps, I’ll be
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Ayobola rushed into her room with her breath coming in ragged gasps, and her heart drumming in her chest. Her fingers trembled as they fumbled through her bag and the leather strap dug into her palm as she tore through its contents. She could feel something heavy on her chest, more like a pressure, threatening
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MEMORIES LIKE TULIP I looked into her eyes again, she had her usual long shining black hair and glaring brown eyes. She was, of course, used to smiling in such a way that her dimples would become visible and I’ve always loved the fact that I inherited that from her. Despite all this, I still
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Every dispensation has its struggle, differences and uniqueness. Ours seems to be more complicating as it stands to be a façade tinged with a mix of sadness and happiness. Yet I believe a destruction, an annihilation that only man can provoke, only man can prevent so as much as the world has an instinct for
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Like a master swordsman Who parries the thrust of lesser men, With barely a thought, I, made myself master Of my impending caprice; The debris of my beloved soul; Whilst His agape love, Whistled into the high winds aloft, I was done For the worst, I feared. Afar off, terrified Aghast; Dread at last. My
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