A Day’s Woes

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It was a dark cold night in the city of Lagos, people running across the road to get on buses to take them home. The streets were lit by solar powered lights, traders peddled their wares on the sidewalks, some spilling onto the road. Layo walked briskly against oncoming traffic; “I have to double up so I can get there on time, I don’t need him changing his mind on me” she thought as she quickened her pace towards the bus park. It was almost 8pm, after a long day at work, Layo wasn’t typically the type to make unplanned visits on a weekday like this one, but it had become necessary for her. It was almost two weeks since she had playfully asked him to help her with some money, after landing a new job, Layo had been stranded and felt she had to reach out to someone to help her get by till pay day. He had promised on different occasions in the last two weeks to give her some money,
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SHARDS OF BROKEN GLASS 1

By Poisefreak,
Sunday November 10, 2013

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It was a calm sunday afternoon, the heat wave had become a tad unbearable, and Rita was forced to abandon the thoughts of taking a nap as she made to get out of bed to step outside for fresh air. “Don’t leave me” “Don’t leave me”, Rita heard Canice mutter softly as she stirred in her sleep, taking a long look at her she wondered if it was a good idea to wake her up. “Don’t leave me”, she continued to mutter, Rita got up from her bed and walked over to Canice’s side. Crouching by the side of her sister’s bed, she began to stroke her hair softly, it had been three months since Francis passed away, Rita felt sorry for her sister.

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Marissa’s Hell… (contd’)

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ImageAs omowunmi moved on yet another queue for the students who finished from Nigerian universities, she recalled her experience at the gate. “Kai, awon soldier yi buru ooh”.. She mused to herself. She had met an old coursemate of hers on the queue. “Bolanle, please keep this space for me, i need to go and get something to eat, i can not come and die”; she said to her friend. “I have heard, sha dont take long”, bolanle called after her. Her feet were killing her. ‘Why did i wear these darned shoes sef‘ she thought to herself. She had no idea these soldiers were really serious when they said she’d have to carry her bags on her head and run. Running in heels was really not her thing, she preferred to walk gracefully. She smarted from the pain she felt whenever she took a step. “Arghh.. to hell with it”, she thought, Continue reading

Marissa’s Hell (II)

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mariss“Let me flash a smile at him.. he sure cant resist me”… Omowunmi thought to herself, she had spied him from the back of the queue. He was tall, he had bulging biceps and he looked like he could carry two girls on his arms at once. Omowunmi had made up her mind to flirt with everything in trousers at camp, and no one was immune to that resolution. After standing at the back for almost thirty minutes, her feet had began to hurt as she had chosen to adorn her feet with the highest heels she could buy for camp. There is no way i am going to carry last! she had said to herself while shopping for camp, i cant be short and not try to help my matter. So as she strolled past the others who were in front of her aiming for the Adonis in front, Continue reading

… Marissa’s Hell… (I)

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marissaIt was a pretty good day to embark on a road trip, even though she had been dreading the coming of this day, marissa could not but admit that it was indeed a good day to be out. She glanced at the rear view mirror to peer into usman’s face. “I wonder if he loves his job”, she thought out loud. After almost a month trying to convince her dad that she had no interest in coming back to Nigeria, it seemed so surreal now that she was actually going to do his bidding after all. If he were not her dad she would have cussed him out. Are we there yet? she asked Usman who was slowly easing the car toward the bend that held the sign… Oh the sign… Yes, she saw it, another dreadful reminder that she had not been able to outwit her dad this time. Yes madam, we are almost there… Usman’s voice rudely interrupting her reverie. Continue reading