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.....Tito sat by the pool next to her grand father a man who had raised her through the frailty of his old age, it had always been comforting to listen to him talk  in the dim light of the evenings as he told stories one after the other some real others a fabrication of his imagination for there was no such thing as a fake story. Stories so interwoven with twists, suspense and everything else indescribable that made papa her very own Nobel Laurette. at the age of 21 it seamed rather odd that a beautiful lady plum, tall, fair and adorable would in her right mind  sit out her evenings with a 83 year old man telling a tale she must have heard more than once in the 18 years he'd devoted to raising her since the demise of her parents  under circumstances that are best forgotten. She sat here with him because it had become to her a sort of culture and even though there were evenings when the day's stress caused her to fall asleep while he spoke, she non the less felt endeared to her

     ********** ... More often than not love sets the mind into confusion such that it is unable to continue pursuing an established routine,  like the skydiver who heartily plunges to the earth for a few minutes of adrenaline. Sometimes, the pursuit of happiness is in itself more rewarding than the happiness we sought. Let's imagine I fall in love, I fall In love with a lady, I'll have to deal with some questions dat are difficult to answer, for I can already visualize the elders peer at me over the rim of those pale glasses with their heads tilted forward so their jaws touch their collar bones and the skin on their necks fold in disciplined wrinkles, who is she? where is she from? These questions would follow like a hungry cheetah follows prey! But they are not alone because my hallowed friends would talk.. they'll ask what happened to Daniella, to joy, Funke, nkem, and Grace they'll like to know if they were merely  forerunners paving the path for my spousal salvat

...Dressed in my tight jean pants and a shirt With my jacket hanging across my arm still fresh out of rehab 21 gruelling days in that dungeon you'll think I'd learn a thing or two. If anyone had told me I would stay that long without my stuff I would have laughed them to scorn but here I was alive, sober and healthier for it. I couldn't help reflecting back to that fateful Tuesday weeks ago when dad barged into my room only to find me sniffing my stuff, he had burst into a mad fist of rage I've never witnessed before I'd heard him stutter and talk so fast at the same time in such quick successions that it was quite difficult to comprehend anything he said, what followed was predictable in any core african setting, a slap with the force of a blow hit me hard on my right cheek momentarily jolting me back to the reality of the situation. Cuz I had been so well engrossed with the act playing out before me, that I stayed glued to the spot observing the vibrations of his

Different strokes for iffereny folks as the saying goes, I had to publish this now although it was written months ago at the begining of the renewed agitation for biafra. Do Enjoy Why do people mention biafra and I hear "political  sabotage" i say no to biafra! Because it seeks to violate the  very freedom it hopes to achieve and that is my stand point!  Our elders fought a war do we need to fight one? NOO!!! No because their stories did not gift  me any sense of pride. Instead, It made me realize that the true  agony suffered in that war was not so much the loss of life as it was the loss of focus, those years of strife resulted in a "generationalional demoralization". Visible in the loss of belief in the "collective greater good" thay is evident in the manner in which our leaders rule.  Sadly, the drive of the average "man" is centered around individual interest  though many now feign a unified spirit  that does not exist.         So should

This is  one interesting narrative, i learnt a lot from and i felt It  would be best to share Enjoy your read I  love house chores but dishes?🍲🍚 (I just don't like washing them) 😣, however most times washing dishes is inevitable because he who eats must be ready to wash dishes.😊 This fateful evening, it was 'dish time' and I struggled through washing the dishes, I heaved a sigh of relief😢when I finally put the last piece in the plate rack (the kinda sigh a university student gives when he hears that ASUU strike is finally over😂).