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Yes oh, maybe I should wake them up and line them up in front of you for you to count. Six Papa Bomboy, six! And the only one that came at the time we planned was Junior, the first. The last two we didn’t even plan for at all. All the time I was doing that salt thing; it never worked.
Papa Johnson, a widowed Nigerian grandfather in his mid eighties currently living in his retirement home in the outskirts of Lagos has ‘unusually’ invited members of his immediate family over to spend a Christmas weekend with him. This is a TNC special Christmas series where seven contributors get to tell one story from seven different perspectives.
My daughter looked up at me from the place on the floor where she was kneeling and smiled. It was the same as her old familiar smile but… wrong somehow. Twisted. Like her face had been removed from her skull and then reattached by someone who wasn’t exactly sure how. I frowned, uncomfortable at the sight.
His eyes swelled with expanding fluid, red and bulging; and then they popped, spewing a geyser of clear fluid and blood onto the thing around his neck, drinking his blood. He was in pain, so much pain.
There are various reasons a person can lose a limb, either by accident or by birth. Such is the story of these little kids who due to no fault of theirs have found themselves in such situation.
Ejike woke up with a start. Something had disturbed his sleep. He’d dreamt he was running from something, but it had been dark, and he couldn’t see. All he knew was that he’d felt like he would die if the thing that had been chasing him had caught him. He sat up in his bed, the blanket pooling around his thighs.
Oba Ejola sunk his fangs deep into Adebola’s forearm as the hunter let out a cry of pain. He managed to switch his cutlass to his left arm and struck with all his strength severing the snake’s head. He staggered backwards, into a wall, watching as the remains of the snake danced and writhed in pain spurting pungent dark red blood everywhere.
Today, I can feel Oba’s lecherous eyes on my buttocks as I work the grinding stone, pureeing beans for Iyalode’s allele. I exaggerate my moves, jiggle my bottom and thighs a little more. I can see Oba’s trouser rise through his reflection in the silver tray I used to pick the beans and it makes me smile.
My sister na stigmatization you dey do so and na because of this kin behavior dey make people no talk about their mental health challenge. If you wan help, begin with me. Dey show compassion and empathy for people wey get mental health challenge.
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