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Sep 23

Once Bitten

See, my roomie and I had a ‘bag’ where we pooled our rubbers. It was strategically placed, for easy access so as not to stop the flow of the ‘action’, and it was always well stocked. Or it usually was. So I didn’t bother to check it when I was doing my mental rundown

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That morning, the sun stretched across my face and I immediately levered myself out of bed. The clock was striking seven. I dragged myself to the bathroom, my shadow dancing across the white-tiled floor as it followed me. In no time, I was refreshed and ready for my first job hunt. I came to Lagos…

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So I was chatting with a friend this morning, and said I was “in the bus” on my way to work, he replied with “on the bus”. Then I realized I’ve actually used that expression a lot times (I kinda interchange it). And I begin to ask myself which was wrong and which was right.…

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The sun is almost at its apex, but the rays descending on our motherland doesn’t burn like the books say they would in the tropics. Traffic isn’t heavy and no one seems to want to buy a bottle of LaCasera in this tightly packed bus. I hate the smell of that drink by the way.…

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COMMUTERS’ CONGRESS. I watch the snake moving forward. Slithering so slowly you could almost not tell it was moving. Oblivious to the hustle and bustle around it as people hurry pass it to their various destinations, the snake stops for some moments, then it moves again. It is a very long snake, at least that…