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109. The Wife | Rebellious Flash 300
https://rebelliousflash300.wordpress.com/2014/09/18/109-the-wife
A 300-day one 300-word (or less) flash by Rebellious XIV. I awoke to the sound of the baby monitor crackling with a voice comforting my firstborn child. As I adjusted to a new position, my arm brushed against my wife, sleeping next to me. Let that sink in. Feel your heart try to break free from the cage that is your chest. Honey, my wife said, baby in her arms, what’s the problem? I opened my eyes. There she was, the only other person in the room, besides the baby, with no one in bed with me. I’m taking ...
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112. Kill Shot | Rebellious Flash 300
https://rebelliousflash300.wordpress.com/2015/01/02/112-kill-shot
A 300-day one 300-word (or less) flash by Rebellious XIV. Nothing beats being in the right place, at the right time. There are few types of people in the world who would seek out the cities that sit on the sharp edges of machetes and grenade pins. He is one them. It is for this reason he left the comfort of his home country, to this hot country burning with Sun and C4. A bomb goes off somewhere in the market. The force is so intense it shatters the window beside him. She notices him and stretches her arm...
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Collide | Derin's Blog
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February 7, 2014. Long walks, awkward stares, first kiss. Our journey to a glorious end. The collision of bodies. A new level, a new chapter of our story. We filled the blank pages quickly. Days turned to nights and nights became shorter. As frenzied we merged as one. Never letting go, we mirrored the other. Our friends laughed: we had become shadows. Following each other everywhere in silence. Our marks even the light could not unravel. For in darkness they were inscribed. Oh, what bombing experience.
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Musings of Mpagi at war – Genieslamp
https://genieslamp.wordpress.com/2013/01/31/musings-of-mpagi-at-war
January 31, 2013. January 31, 2013. Musings of Mpagi at war. My plate is empty;. It’s been so for months now;. You can see that in my discoloured hair;. My tummy has grown in size;. My legs have lent it their fat;. My head is now heavy, and bigger too;. My skin is too dry;. Mother’s frail wrapper cuts deep into the skin just beneath my armpits;. She straps me to her back these days;. Even though I’m not a child;. I look like those toothpick legged houses by the coast;. Our only source of protein;. I wond...
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Finding Tinapa | ItuaLive!
https://itualive.wordpress.com/2015/11/29/finding-tinapa
The write to speak…. I took a four-day hiatus off work to visit family in Calabar, the capital of Cross River State in Nigeria. Having never been to Calabar this was going to serve both as a family reunion and an expedition of some sort. I knew a thing or two about the place. The city Calabar served as port for transportation of slaves to Europe. Many Cross-riverians still bear names handed to them by slave masters. Personally, it wasn’t a question of if I was ever going to Tinapa but when. No one co...
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Collectivism: A Panacea to the Nigerian Conundrum | ItuaLive!
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The write to speak…. Collectivism: A Panacea to the Nigerian Conundrum. The maladies bedeviling the Nigerian Homo Sapiens in her struggle for survival, transcend Darwinian evolution theories of Natural Selection in the Origin of Species- It is indeed fact, being Nigeri. Source: Collectivism: A Panacea to the Nigerian Conundrum. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.
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Looking for Food – Evenly Mismatched
https://kassalli.wordpress.com/2013/05/23/looking-for-food
Half black, half black. I think this would be the first time I’m having a guest writer on my blog. She’s a long time friend and she decided to give writing a shot. She’s an avid reader and one of my best critic. Please read, enjoy and comment, she’d very much appreciate comments and honest feedback. Yes, I know the first thought on your mind is ‘food? This write -up is about Friendship. This was borne out of the fact that I grew up with the notion that keeping friends as a lady was somewhat unhealthy.
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Nothing Short of a Miracle | NUTTYQAMA
https://nuttyqama.wordpress.com/2012/04/24/nothing-short-of-a-miracle
The vuvuzela of a slightly stable Nigerian female. Memories and a scent →. Nothing Short of a Miracle. April 24, 2012. So last night, I was tryna study for a rumored test by 8am this morning. Was up till like 2am n suddenly, my eyes grew heavy. Turned off the lights, set my alarm for 4:30am and went to bed. The university of Abuja is located in Gwagwalada, Abuja. (Gwags) and the place is HOT! So I don’t sleep clothed. Did I mention I live by myself? Scuse meh* but them guns were huge mehn! Like they can&...
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110. Nostalgia | Rebellious Flash 300
https://rebelliousflash300.wordpress.com/2014/09/28/110-nostalgia
A 300-day one 300-word (or less) flash by Rebellious XIV. My classmates called us “husband and wife” to mock. I hated when they said, but deep down, I loved it. One day, Anu didn’t show up in school. The teacher said she had been transferred to another school. I still remember the lump in my throat and how it disappeared when I cried my eyes out in the toilet. We were friends for just one term and that was the period I remember the most from primary school. I never saw her again. Not until now. On 115...
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Thanking The Scars – reign of ink
https://reignofink.wordpress.com/2015/05/13/thanking-the-scars
Thanking The Scars — May 13, 2015. May 13, 2015. May 15, 2015. Afoma, Tiwa and I decided to share about scars that we have and what they mean to us. There is almost always a lesson to learn from everything that happens, this post is about finding those lessons. We hope you enjoy it🙂. Yes, it was American, not those made in Turkey dresses and that was why it was expensive. It had a cowl neck and it was sleeveless. My Mary Jane block heels which had seemed so high, but in retrospect were just about an...
