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PS: HE LOVES ME

It was a boring evening sometime in August 2014. I was waiting for admission then. So, I was going through 2go, and in one of the rooms on the app,

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IN THE MIND OF A GROWING CHILD

Growing up was hard. My father was a Muslim and my mother a Christian, and they fought all the time, sometimes over financial issues and sometimes over which religion their

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THE FIRST STEP IS TO TELL YOURSELF THE TRUTH

Last year, I was following the #HowIResist campaign, and I remember going through some of the declarations and seeing myself in the words of all these people who were contributing

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WILD, WILD WEST

You know how they say people have gaydar. Well, mine is pretty strong. And my aunt’s new driver, Ubong, was setting it off bigtime. It wasn’t in anything he was

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The Devil Comes In Beautiful Packages

In a previous story, I talked about going for NYSC in 2012. I was posted to Rivers State. It was in the orientation camp, where I met Paul, an incidence

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RIGHT NEXT TO ME

Finding Love. That’s one idea I’ve tried not to think about since my last relationship ended. Sometimes I get really horny and go into occasional flings with a friend who

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GOOD ENOUGH. JUST NOT FOR ME

He has told me to stop communicating with him, especially via text messages and phone calls. This I respect and have kept to, without any grudge. I met Nonso on

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Cursed?

I don’t know what I can really say about myself, but the major question that comes to my mind at the moment is that which plagues me about the essence

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THE COMPETITION (Part 3)

Previously on THE COMPETITION… * Later in the day, while devouring my KFC chicken in my new hotel room, I sent a message to Chief Okpo’s first son on WhatsApp.

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THE COMPETITION (Part 2)

Previously on THE COMPETITION… * That evening, I followed Chief Okpo back to his place. Chief Okpo was a man of fixed routine. And nearly a decade later, he was