Tag: Death

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Jan 18

Death Knell

My maternal family compound holds out her choking air again. Air that reeks of stale grudge and rivalry and greed. Everybody is moving as though they are somebody and like every other time, eyes glint wickedly. Tension straddles a sit at corners of the compound while we all wait for the priest and the people…

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Mary Adebayo was still on the floor of the sitting room when the paramedics and policemen arrived her apartment. She had obviously not moved from that position since she called the emergency unit about her husband’s heart attack. Yemi Adebayo, was in her arms; and they were both stark naked. She looked like she had seen…

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It happened all of a sudden. Out of nowhere, this car smashed into me, and I flew out of my seat unto the road, where I would spend my last few moments wondering about the idiot who killed me. I wondered who else was injured seriously or would die from that freak accident. When I…

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Dear Tunji, I’m so sorry for you to go through this. There’s no easy way to say this so I’ll spit it out or rather write it out. I imagine you have one of those confused smiles on right now. God, I really wish it hadn’t come this. I’m in love with a woman. It…

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It is true that grief or bereavement is expressed and experienced differently in each person. However, what cannot be disputed is the very sensitive nature of the matter which if the requisite care isn’t taken, may leave the bereaved a larger scar and quite possibly an irreparable damage than that inflicted by the immediate loss.…

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The day you died, nothing strange happened. It was a day like every other day. The sun rose at the right time. Everything happened as it was supposed to. It was the first day in November. I was in my room waiting for your new month message. You were always the first person to send…

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As the tightening in my upper back spread through to my neck, then hands and finally my thighs, I knew I couldn’t hold up much longer. One week and two days of pretense after her burial had finally come to an end had elapsed into an honest and deep release. As I cried out all…

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Tonight, the sky runs over with the warmest dyes. Its cup overflows, as pools of purple colour its surface. A lone star emerges. It’s early, way ahead of other stars. As day decays into night, I think about my life. The impending clouds no longer carry rain or usher storms, but add colour to my sunset sky.…

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Nov 30

Ripples

Trees danced as the wind whooshed by objects in Umuona. Giggles and screams of naked children hung in the air. Mama’s voice hung in the air too. Loud. Brash. Almost swallowing that of the children. Awele’s heart skipped, hearing Mama’s voice. Mama’s voice was a gong of a kind that sliced deep into one’s head.…

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Nov 28

Sudden

You wake up feeling off. You get in on your usual day routine. The weather feels fine. It looks like it’s going to be a good day. You hop in the shower, have a warm bath just at the right temperature. You put on your outfit which you had selected earlier in the week. You…

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Picture this. It’s the first Friday of the month and, as usual, there’s mad traffic across Lagos. Humans stream out of BRTs at Ikorodu Bus Park, as pews get filled by religious faithfuls in camps from Berger to Mowe. Colleagues chill  in clubs, waiting out traffic as their office assistants and tea girls snack on…

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Bola was fifteen years old when she discovered it, or rather when it dawned on her. Bola was a PK, you know, a Pastor’s Kid. She grew up in the faith, walked in the word; I assure you that she was not of the world. As a child, Bola had always been the happy, cheerful…

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Nov 20

Roses

Woe to the man who doesn’t see the thorns on the stalk of roses. Anita tapped her husband lightly, and with a slight head movement nudged him to quit the table, their daughter clinging tightly to her sleeve, stretching the neck of her gown and exposing her shoulder. Malcolm had had a couple of bottles…