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Philip Ebuluofor

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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Acute Sign

Philip Ebuluofor

The man seems not to know the name of the compound he found himself. He had been jumbling surnames together and laughing over his mistakes. The young men around him kept wondering if it's his head or the result of excess drink at work. "This man wasn't this way before till that Mr. Johnson returned back to this village. See how he's wasting souls with his money" one woman said with bitterness you can't miss from miles. One young man sitting two chairs away from her eyed her a few minutes before turning her way. "So how did Mr Johnson contrib...

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Blood test

Philip Ebuluofor

The man couldn't understand why they are fighting change for the better. What he was proposing is for everyone's good but he could see from their utterances that his 'good and everyone' is what the clique don't want to hear. They felt he was disorganizing their source of income, the little relevance they felt their presence is worth before the people. "Humans are not for sale" the man that came back after eighteen years away is telling them. "Why are we blaming the whites and the Arabs for the slavery of centuries gone when the same thing i...

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Umueke Elders

Philip Ebuluofor

In the land far, far away, the leaders of Umueke were gathering in the king's palace for what must have been the one millionth time on the issue many elders found encroaching on the ways of their ancestors as some put it. The young man from abroad that's talking about destabilizing their community. They consider it an abomination of highest order happening in their own time if allowed by the young man that many have confirmed don't know anything about grass goats eat. Knowing the differences about each grass is a sign of maturity of any youn...

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Excess Cold

Philip Ebuluofor

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling and it's almost dark when they swooped on them like hawks on the helpless wayward chickens that December month in 2015. They had been monitoring them for three months and decided that a snowy day to raid their quarry would be their best chance to success. Samkate, the new nation that their leaders believed assuming bad-boys identity will do a far better job of creating breathing space than kowtowing to any other. Their spy master is a hawkish fellow some refer to as mighty with almighty brain. "All ...

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Those Moves

Philip Ebuluofor

They moved like crazy. Nah. That might be an understatement. Not like, but for sure crazy. Buffers are nothing to them, they jump any wall you dream to erect as a buffer, or whatever you call it. It has no effect on their movement. They are on race for money. When their mission is to see you, observe you in action when you believe no one is watching, they might start getting the real idea of who you might be. The problem with reining people in is that some people even like nature tend to behave differently when they believe they are not bein...

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Good Material

Philip Ebuluofor

"If you see the book I am writing now, you will bow. I will show him"Her friend Grace eyed her and smirked. "I think you have to concentrate on something else, the book i have not seen but i am sure it isn't good enough to show him as you said" she eyed her friend wondering if she is a mole or something. Grace knew what was going on in her mind and smirked once again which confuses her more. She decided to play it safe around her by shutting her mouth up first till she is sure on the side she is. "Linda, i have not switched sides, in fact...

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Dutch Courage

Philip Ebuluofor

They seem to be waiting for his return somehow judging from the manner they jumped into the fray when you reflected well. I wouldn't know if it is the proud spirit at work in them or something else, all he knew is something isn't as it should from the beginning.Jerry is guessing it must be what we have gotten used to in this nation that is our undoing. He can't see any other reason behind their moves. Desperation, once at work in one, at times makes one supposed to be cool in the head to yearn for murder even. Not as if it's a new phenomen...

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"Those Itches"

Philip Ebuluofor

It's after 12 as I stepped out of the apartment building into the Friday sunshine. My destination, the cafe I frequent whenever I need their services that isn't all that far from my base, say 20 minutes walk. I was determined to put into motion the step to arrest that aspect of my writing called conjunction. I had been with some part of it copied about three or four years earlier from one online university site I kinda have forgotten its name now. The manner they presented it there makes it look daunting to me and mountain-like to climb ju...

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Village Moves

Philip Ebuluofor

It's a sunday and i hear that pen is mightier than gun and i tends to nod a long with skepticism. But the recent events in my life is proving that assertion to be true each passing day. Imagine the content of a file on ex-inmate drawing such an excessive fear on one ex-military junta the press added the phrase evil genus tag to his name during his almost a decade reign that it has even drew tears from such evil genius. The supposed file from the yellow man's land handed to him and his people supposed to be the ladder they ascend on him abo...

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Once Again

Philip Ebuluofor

I just can't believe it, i am at it again, going round and round like Merry-go-round, it took a few seconds to realized i was utterly and completely lost once more. The creatures are on top of me once again. Pattern, pattern, pattern and more pattern is what i should focused on. "But, how many times do wise man advises himself or rather his spirit before it takes heed?" I couldn't believe it's hapening to me of all people again. I am beginning to wonder if i am who i really believed myself to be. A man with ears on the ground, eyes on issue...

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Colors Are Something Else This Century

Philip Ebuluofor

There is a saying here that: you are not supposed to be wealthy, you are supposed to act it out. If you are wealthy and acting it out too, far much better. the 80s was the era that philosophy was at its apex in the life of people. Living it up not being it. And they were it at through the array of colors on show each day in the name of fashion. I was in secondary school at that period and being from a relatively wealthy family, I was one of those with little change to spare but I know-no-fashion or rather wasn't all that carried with the ha...

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Some Addictions Worth The Hassles

Philip Ebuluofor

They gathered around the 14 inches TV that was the talk of the town in that middle '70s in that Umuku village of Agboko autonomous community. That is a privilege they tend to enjoy every twice in a month when their father returns from the city. Only when it's enjoyment time, almost all the kindred of theirs' circle like a vulture for the news. Chidi don't like the news or cares about what is dropping from the newscasters but images on the screen. His father and his friends will gather there following the happening over a cheap whisky his fat...

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The Kissing Practice

Philip Ebuluofor

She was at it like mad in front of the mighty mirror in her room kissing herself. She had been at it that way for two years now since she turned 16 and now at 18 the age of consent, the culture is her other enemy. "Why can't these people ever evolve like the westerners?" That line had been her annoyance expression line for the past two years now the knowledge of the other sex has occupied her thought as its number one sole occupayer. Funny enough, when she is among the humans of the opposite sex, she went into a kind of expression hibernati...

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Village Resurrection

Philip Ebuluofor

"The room is unfamiliar, i don't know how i got here" i have been hearing voices outside, some of them sounding like voices i have heard somewhere before but can't just them. I pushed myself into a sitting position from the sofa I have been lying on and took a closer look around me and still felt totally lost. I don't recall in any distance or near past ever being in any house with this kind of furnishing. It looked like the kind of furnishing you will see in the 1950s Italian movies if you are into movie things  The voices of people...

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Cement Race

Philip Ebuluofor

It's still mid January and the turn the weather is taking this tuesday morning isn't all that normal and that worries Mr. Martins as he hurries to his mason work as breeze brushes against his skin kind of causing the hairs on his arm to stand alert like new recruits on their first training session. Nothing in perfect order, a kind of huddling together and odd to look at.   He eyed upwards wondering whether the rain is serious with the sign it's spewing, everyone is expecting rain from second or third week of February, never mid Ja...

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