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Philip Ebuluofor

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Some refer to that state here as seeing blues, some call it seeing double. But IK can swear that for two months now, he had been seeing nothing but red and quatro. What frightens him the most isn't the rejection that might be his portion but the competition. Many are from far-off communities and there is no kidding himself after spying on them that some aren't up there higher than him in class, yet the iota of hope he still cling to is surprisingly coming from Ebele that has this way of making you hang on there not knowing which divide your ...

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Stampede

Maybe, it might be the fifth or sixth year I am reading and hearing about this same incident repeating itself. I am never the kind to scream blue murder when free things don't halt on their march in front of me even if that is its MO in front of others. I mean, there is this kind of "you're full of yourself" spirit controlling events in me. You recall that kind of spirit, right? The one that doesn't kowtow easily to material things, I have that in me. Observing incidents of this nature, it comes a time you start reminiscing on the cause. Eve...

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Finch

I have always hear that when it's tough, the tough get going. That the tough people get to the top in tough times. Yet, my one skepticism had always been: "How come all the people in Africa isn't tough and why all don't get going all the time?"- it's never been easy over here for once since Adam. My mind, often whirling, found it at times difficult to wrap fully around that logic. Some say that might be reason I am poor. They claimed it's thing of the mind. That last part I doubt not for I have lived it and still doing. Every battle are lost...

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Affect

She was one of the four that got married four months into their lives in the women endowment center. Training being given to them by the women hired from the city as Mr. Johnson directed them. She added another half spoon of milk and stirred. "I hope it's perfect to how he likes it" she thought to herself. The woman's name is Nneka Iju, one of those Mr Johnson shuffled just two weeks earlier to the kitchen department as they refer to the room catering for refreshment and feeding. Shuffling trolleys upstairs and downstairs from the third floo...

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Women Endowment

Some people think that hectoring is a kind of terrorism which merited attention given to any other kind of terrorism: they talk, they threaten, they frown, twist their faces this way and that, without for once eyeing in the direction of the man they have in heart. Yet, the message is gotten clearly. "You believe hectoring isn't part and parcel of this tribe's culture?" One LGA staff member who suddenly discovers ways of passing his monotonous time in the company of Mr.Johnson asked. Mr. Johnson eyed him, trying to establish well where the...

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No Way

That given back to society is what he came back for. The mindset of the western nation he finished his education is rooted in. He couldn't understand why his society fights for what will make life easier for many. Some of them sneak into his house for hot drinks and watch state and national news he allows believing they will start having this longing for their wards to be like him but not the elders of Umueke community. Mr Johnson had wanted to start from his village to create awareness of what is possible as achievement by the youths that t...

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Acute Sign

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

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

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

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

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

"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

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"

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

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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