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Let’s have a divorce  “What do you mean by that? This must be a joke right?”  He gave a nervous laugh and looked up at her. She wasn’t smiling, instead, she had a sad and frustrated look plastered on her face. He knew he had messed up.  Turning the papers she had dropped qangrily on the glass table, his mind went  back to when they had first moved into the duplex they had built together, six months into their marriage, with the happiness he had felt when he first saw her still fresh in his memory. She looked beautiful,-she still looks that way- and had a nice figure even after all these times. He has always been grateful to God for blessing him with a wonderful and caring woman which was more than he could ever wish for. This same woman is planning to leave him. He knew it was all his fault. “I’m tired of this marriage. You told me you would change Femi. I saw the signs from the beginning, but I chose to ignore them because you promised. You promised me Femi. Now you...
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The Gardner

 Episode 1 It was just the day after our faculty exams when I saw a WhatsApp broadcast from the coordinator of our practical year training program (PYTP) stating that he wanted to have a meeting with the new 400 level students which I couldn't attend because I had some issues to deal with at home. The essence of the meeting was orientation basically and we were also asked to resume on the 4th of January 2022 with a whole list of farm implements to buy.  The first few weeks were depressing, to be honest. I had to send a voice note on WhatsApp to my brother, crying my lungs out because I couldn't take it anymore. You know, starting something you're not used to can be annoying and it was manual labour. Clearing and tilling the land together with preparing beds for my vegetables wasn't an easy thing to do. Part of the dos and don't's of the farm year practical is that you could not ask anybody for help, you have to do your work yourself.  At first, I wanted to play ...
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The Amala Experience

 Not to be tribalistic or anything,but I I'm not a fan of Yoruba foods(well until recently). I've just really loved eating Igbo delicacies cause we have lots of them. From Oha  to Nsala , to Onugbu , to Ofe akwu, and the rest, Igbo soups just have a way of touching your soul. Unlike Yoruba soups, Igbo soups require lots of money to prepare. Also, Yoruba soups are not numerous at all. I can count just two or three Yoruba soups that are usually served at events and are eaten.  I went to an event last week Saturday. And while the waiters were serving food and drinks and all I took a glimpse of the sumptuous amala. Now, Efo is the only Yoruba soup that I've tried and enjoyed, probably because you can eat it with either rice or swallow. Anyways, I've just eaten it with Rice and I think with Semovita a few times. So, flashback to a few months before this, I had tasted efo with pounded yam for the first time too, and it was nice. It wasn't as bad as I expected.  Before I...
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My sharwama journey

I'm sure this headline would make you all have weird assumptions. Something like; " Has she started a sharwama business"? or, " Is she eating different types of sharwama everyday so she can recommend"?   Well, if any of these actually came to mind, then I'm sorry to burst your bubbles cause, they're all wrong. I was a sharwama addict. I wouldn't go a week without buying sharwama 4 to 5 times. This cost me a lot; I've got just one strong source of income and it was eating into my money. I decided to quit for a month and at first it was hard, but I kind of got used to it. The sharwama guy has a booth close to where I stay in school which is really crazy cause I had no excuse not to go and anytime I pass, I always had to control myself from walking over to his shop and getting myself a taste of deliciousness. There was a day I tried to break the rule, But you know naw, as the hard girl that I am, I had to control myself, my taste buds and my legs (...
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The storm before calmness

Chapter 5 "A penny for your thoughts Chuks." Ore said, snapping her fingers at his face. He looked really sad. It made Ore curious even though they were not really close. "What's going on?" She asked again. "Nothing. "He snorted, frowning and looking lost. "Okay, you look like crap though." She mocked. Chuks looked up at her face and raised an eyebrow. "You know what, I've had enough of your rubbish Ore, I had a stressful day at work and instead of making it better, you're doing the opposite." he rolled his eyes and added under his breath, "typical Ore." "Excuse me Mr, I asked you what was wrong didn't I? I asked because I wanted to know. At least for once in your whole life, you could give me the benefit of the doubt." She shouted at him leaving the sitting room with rage. Chuks felt really bad. The allotment that was accepted 3 days ago had been denied, of course, that would make him angry and upset...
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The storm before calmness

"Bro Tijesufe, it's Sunday, aren't you going to church?" Kemi asked, wearing the pink dress her mum got her for Christmas last year. The only time she had ever worn the dress was Easter and her birthday, little wonder the cloth looked new, like it had never been worn at all.  "No thank you dear." he replied, rising from the couch that he had been sleeping on since he came. His eyes looked swollen with drooling spittle dangling from the corners of his mouth. "You had better leave this pagan alone omo mi , when last as he been to church? in fact, does he even know what a church is?" Mummy TJ blurted out as she left the room to switch off the fan.  She adjusted her gele , which was higher than any ever seen. "So you can't greet abi ? after spending nights in my own house, those words have become too heavy for you ehn ? wonders shall never end." She clapped her hands, you know the usual way Nigerian mothers clap their hands when they feel...
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The storm before Calmness

Chapter 3 "Chinedu!!, how many times have I told you never to play with that boy again?, ehn, these Hausa people that do not have respect. If I see you with him again, I'll make sure I cut that ear of yours. Okwa I na ha nu." Living in a "face me and face you apartment" comes with it's own problems. First of, you have your neighbors' 'I better pass my neighbor' generator, always making sure that you don't get your night sleep, you could also hear husbands and wives fighting and instead of them settling it like adults, they exchange words like two crazy people, No one dares stop them or else you want trouble. "Mummy Chinedu!!", a woman in her late 30's called out. Unlike her rival, who looked swollen like freshly baked shoprite bread, she looked really slim, with her dimples, showing, even when she talked, and her face, beautifully made as if her Chi took extra time to make her perfect. "Ehn o,Grandma Chinedu." She rep...
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