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Their Heads For Supper

The silence of the night and its darkness that had emptied the sky off every shade of bright light was the only means to survival we knew. “On Your Own” was the invisible mantra we all pledged allegiance to, most of us can’t even remember how we got here, as under the bridge and all its nefarious act stomached by everybody who found themselves here was all we could call a home.

The Thing In Between Your Thighs (Spontaneous Series 1)

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He latched the sweat that skidded off my jaw and brazenly fell on my nipple, he grabbed my right boob the way a child seated in the bosom of his mother would clutch the breast and suckle from it.
His tongue spiralled around my areolas sending me into an ecstatic state of sexual gratification that made my feet weak.

And We Bowed (African Story)

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The galloping of the horse could be heard as Ahmed rode viciously, hitting the horse with a whip as he screamed “Allah akbar!”
Through the top of the mini-mountain the sand had formed, you would think it mated with the scorching sun, as the proximity of the sand and the sun from where we viewed it, made it look like the sand was buried in the clouds.

STORY : Lagos Is Mad

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The fuzzy weather, the stench from an overflow in a gutter that had droppings of human faeces floating on it was one sight common to lagosian but not to a newcomer, a JJC as the woman who sells herbs doused in local dry gin at the entrance of my house tagged me.

STORY : Kilishi

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Kilishi. That word meant heaven served on steaks to a child who grew up in the cold city of Jos. It was snacks for school kids, desert when dinner journeyed home late. As kids we loved Danladi, not because he was tall and looked funny when he smiled: for he had no teeth sitting his cavity, he was loved because he sold Kilishi to kids at a very cheap price.