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PART 3: UNCLE DELE I grew up in Maryland. Then, our estate was relatively safe. As a child, after school I would eat my lunch, do my homework and practically fly to our neighborhood park. Once there, I would play hide and seek and ‘tenten’ with the neighborhood kids. We would ride our bikes, climb…

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PART 1: TIWA Today is a good day. The sun is out, doing justice to the spectacular view. The air is crisp and fresh. The weather just the right temperature. We’re having breakfast on the roof of our hotel and despite the spectacular view I cannot take my eyes off Tobi. He looks handsome, happy…

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Blackened walls, dirt marked, spittle and stale sweat drenched, lower parts adorned with fading traces of fecal stains. Lean fingers trail their path along the edifice. Back and forth, from one end to another. He is absent minded. The boy. The memory was there of that one time when that mother had forced out mucus…