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#OMOJUWAFICTION: NEXT OF KIN- @ABDULMUIZZX.

Wounds have healed. Time has taken its toll on them. Everything succumbs to time. Everything that is, including wounds seared by unrelenting grief. Then, sometimes ago, precisely a year, everybody thought otherwise. They said her wounds won't heal. They said her wounds won't succumb to time. But even their thoughts too changed after sometime. Even their thoughts too succumbed to time. There was a time she thought like them too. Who wouldn't? Wounds have healed. When she woke up this morning, nothing was broken except the breaking of dawn. Before then, during those days of realization and acceptance of...
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#OMOJUWAFICTION: WHERE THE ORANGES GROW.- @KIAHS_

You wake up to the smell of oranges and it is almost as if you slept in one world and woke up in another. But the king sized bed you fell asleep in the night before is the same one you now turn over in. The white silk sheets that clothed your skin during the night have not changed either. The woman cuddling up to you with a glass of orange juice looks very much like the one you met at the bar last night. Not that you remember much about last night. It had been a dark night; darkened by your team’s loss from a few hours before, darkened by the quantity of alcohol you continued to consume as the night...
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Hard Choices – Olajide Akoni

We spun gracefully, two young men moving rhythmically, bodies twirling with energy as the other fellow jumped and twirled into the air in an effortless semi-circular leap, sleek muscled leg sweeping counterclockwise through the air as I simultaneously crouched and rolled, just as smoothly, on the ground. We were surrounded by a circle of young men and ladies, the men wearing only loose fitting white pants of ankle length, similar to those worn by taekwando practitioners, their upper torsos glistening with the sweat of earlier exertions, trim looking ladies wearing form fitting white sleeveless tops and the...
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#OMOJUWAFICTION: TO KILL ME.-SEUN ODUKOYA(@SEUNODUKOYA)

Wale sat at work, murder in his heart. He was tall, nice looking – not with an ounce of fat in the wrong place. He had the kind of face that made women want to do things; to him, with him and for him. Less Idris Elba. More Chiwetel Ejiofor. There was a heavy frown on his face – in fact he was downright scowling. His colleagues were surprised at the change in his demeanor – after all Wale was the classic Frank Donga of the office. He was a joke; except when it came to the job. And because they were not used to this side of him, they had no idea how to deal with it. So they left him...
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#OmojuwaFiction: Ripples.- Muyis Adepoju (@abdulmuizzx)

The kids are high. Their tiny voices are louder than the sweet music coming out from the loud speakers. Their faces now take on the colour of radiant dancing lights. They turn, they twist, they twirl and jump all in an attempt to dance. The dancing lights play on their faces and it makes them giddy. The sun watches, peeping through the large windows that adorn the large dormitory. The matrons smile; happy to be at ease for a while. They will not have to deal with unruly kids today. No pranks from the bigger boys on the unassuming girls. The atmosphere is light. Everyone is happy. The kids are...
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#OMOJUWAFICTION: LOOPS BY ISRAEL OKWUJE (@OHKOOJAY)

Sebastian thought all problems solved. His program code was debugged and had run successfully. He stood to stretch. His body ached; he’d been seated on the chair he’d just stood up from for the better part of the past two weeks, working on the module required for the Staff Identification System of Taiwo Enterprises. He glanced at the last curly brace in his text editor. An uprush of euphoria within him followed. He always felt this euphoric when he completed thousands of lines of programming code, more so now that he had completed exactly fifty thousand lines.            ...
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#OmojuwaFiction : PASSWORD by MUYIS ADEPOJU @abdulmuizzx

The colours of the leaves of the trees in the spacious compound are changing. A careful onlooker will discern the gradual lull in their bright colours. Their deep red bright colours are slowly changing; taking the brown colour of the sands beneath their roots. Like a chameleon naturally blending into the colours of its present environment, they do it slowly and kind of leisurely. Like the chameleon too, they do it for survival. They have to change with the season to be able to survive the dry weather. The dry season beckons and bright and luscious red colour are not compatible with dry weather. Cole...
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Walls.

The walls in our house can grow. They grow like the way trees grow but they don’t need water and air to grow. They only need …

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Jane, interrupted.

The scene that plays on the subscribed adult television channel suggests the possibility of females camaraderie being somewhat intense than that of males. In one scene, …

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HOUSE NUMBER 77

During the crisp early hours of a Saturday morning, a group of restless teenagers take to the sleeping Jump Street of Lagos to play roadside football.  …

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FICTION: East of Eden

The parks were getting busier these days. There had been a time when the only ones here aside himself and Dare were the stray lunatics and few homeless people who came for shade beneath the trees, rode the swings and dreamt away their reality   Isaac sat quietly watching the droves of people who walked about the park – most of them were smiling, some holding hands and chatting animatedly they all seemed happy, even the occasional lizards skating after one another in mating runs and birds cooing on the staves of electric wires travelling above, seemed happy. The night before, it had rained heavily and...
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THE SOLITARY HAWKER.

THE SOLITARY HAWKER. In a pace it has determined all by itself, the rain poured down heavily on all bare and unsheltered things under it. Its …

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OUR RAM IS HARAM

Our Ram is Haram Disclaimer: This piece should be appreciated substantially for its artistic value. It is a light contribution to the spirit of the moment. …

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HOW TO SOLVE A MURDER MYSTERY

SERIES: How To Solve A Murder Mystery   Episode One: Beginner’s Luck-Private Justice   Our Story begins in a dark room, with the sound of heels walking …

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MISS. COLD FEET.

MISS. COLD FEET “You know how it is with these book people, don’t you?” There was a pause at the other end of the line. An anticipated pause, though, because the one the statement and question were directed at knew that he was not supposed to answer but wait for the sermon to continue. “These book people are just too incredible to believe, especially the doctors. The last time I was at the hospital, the doctor asked how I knew that it was malaria I had. I laughed before asking if he was serious. How won’t I know if I had malaria? I felt the symptoms, of course.  He smiled back at me and...
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MY BROTHER ODION.

MY BROTHER  ODION.   I buttoned my tuxedo, and looked back with a tight smile at the man who stood behind me. The wedding was in …

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THE LIBERATION OF ALHAJA

The Liberation Of Alhaja The painting is actually an original by an old and late hand in the industry, Wassily Kandinsky (1866- 1944). It consists of …

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THE CURIOUS CASE OF PAUL

THE CURIOUS CASE OF PAUL The sounds coming from the radio are inordinate. Those coming from the itinerant worshipers outside are loud and clear. Paul knows …

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Let me confess: My unknown Rio meeting with Dr. Jona ~ JJ (@omojuwa)

Dr. Jona: Ehen, you are the boy that Rewben said wants to interview me eh? What is your newspaper’s name Omojuwa: Transformation Daily Lies sir. Dr. Jona: *Laughs hard* You people are corrupt o. So you have stolen my transformation brand eh. Later, they will say only PDP steals, see journalist stealing my transformation o *laughs again* Rewben see better person here o, later all those things on twitter will start shouting “the transformation agenda is not working” and ranting like jobless Nigerians. Omojuwa: Sir, whoever said the Transformation Agenda is not working must be either ignorant or a...
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A FEAST OF WATER

A FEAST OF WATER The thought was refreshing when it came to him in the dead of the night. Now he would have a chance in …

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MY PIMP AND I

MY PIMP AND I Ray Charles ‘ Georgia On My Mind was playing on the radio as I made the turn effortlessly with my brand new …

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CHINEDU’S GRANDFATHER’S CLOCK

CHINEDU’S GRANDFATHER’S CLOCK In a thousand years to come, if he was still to be alive, Tommy would never believe that he could be looking for something that would lead him back to his village. In a thousand years to come, he would never dream of stepping his foot on the soil of his forefathers, if he was to be alive. His generation was that e-generation that came close to what is attainable in paradise. This generation never had any reason to go back ‘home’ as their elders called it. Going back to the village was exclusively reserved for festive periods like Christmas and New Year celebrations....
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ONE CASUALTY

ONE CASUALTY His happiness was contagious. Even six-month old Sunny managed to register his own excitement in his tiny baby cot by jerking his hands and …

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The enemy in a friend

The enemy in a friend You are sentenced to 14 years imprisonment, with hard labour for raping your uncle’s daughter!” These final words from the elderly …

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AN ACT OF MAN

An Act of Man The beginning was quite easy to start. He knew the tricks of the trade by rote. He needed just to start and …

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THE UNWORTHY ONES #SUPERBLOGGERS

If you have it, the feeling of unworthiness is a feeling that others can see when they look at you unlike some other feelings like, say, love, that you can hide and can even fake for one purpose or another. You reek of it; this feeling of unworthiness. Like a chronic body odour, it fills the air around you and might even choke you if you let it get pass the limit that your miserable soul can take. They all have it. Aside from chronic malnutrition which is their main problem, their leaders tell them every day at dawn after the morning prayers that they must strive for the worthiness of their souls. They must...
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THE SON OF YOUR FATHER’S CONCUBINE IS OUT!

Sunday the 20th November, 2011 is the official launch/book reading for my friend’s book, 'The Son of your Father's Concubine' . Time: 3pm Venue: (822 Integrated Advertising) 12B, Talabi Street, off Adeniyi Jones, Ikeja. We'll be hosting the Managing Director of The Guardian Newspapers, the Director-General of NECA amongst other dignitaries. Chude Jideonwo of the RED Group and The Future Awards and Toyosi Akerele of RISE will also be at the event. The event will be anchored by Bankole Williams. He is the author of 'Engaged to a Job I hate' and a fantastic speaker/compere. Meanwhile, ‘Seun...
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KORIKULUM VINTAYE by James Lisandro

Lafter Konsept is receiving nominations for the Annual Employee Awards (Holding on the 20th of December, 2010 AD). WE HOWEVER HAVE TO PUBLISH A SAMPLE OF THE MOST CONTROVERSIAL NOMINATIONS WE HAVE RECEIVED SO FAR. This particular CV was sent by the nominee himself for the award of the most competitive employee of the year in Nigeria (category A). KORIKULUM VINTAYE OBJEKTIF TO BECOME A POLITICAL GODFATHER, LOOT TRILLIONS OF NAIRA AND OWN HALF OF ALL THE HOUSES IN A STATE. PASONA DATA MY NAME: KARONWI JUDAS AJANLEKOKO esq. ADIRESS: #1, ST....
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BATTLE OF IMMORTALS CHAPTER IV written by Halima Shadiyya

What is this place? Cearki asked ‘It is called the void, it is the source of the yarns of life, only the fates are allowed in here, or just one aspect so it was decided that an exceptional case be brought here until the gods could undo her wrong’ replied Sharma. ‘No one envisaged that her desperation and rage would bring about such disaster’ said Clotho, ‘her thread held such promise and followed its path in the total fabric quite strongly, but…’ ‘But what?’ Cearki asked again ‘Ssssh, someone is here’ whispered Clotho as she looked sternly at the surrounding area. The three...
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DESPISED UNTIL LOST written by ‘Seyi Olufemi

The trumpet blasted directly into my ears, I was tied, hands firmly behind me. I turned away, trying to escape the full blast of the sound as the decibel grew in intensity. I knew for sure then that I was going to leave this experience deaf, it was inevitable! The man continued to pummel me, he kicked me on the groin, thigh and stomach area. I tried curling over into the fetal position to minimize the impact of the blows but it was futile. The blows were relentless and there was nothing I could do about it. I tried shouting but a kick shut my mouth. I saw out of the corner of my eyes as he raised the object,...
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