Tag: School

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He didn’t care. She was his wife and he would deal with her as he pleased. Shalewa’s mother was used to this. She knew the procedure: make up, scarf and long sleeves were just enough to cover the signs. She knew this life all too well and was sure he’d come tomorrow, sober as ever, with an even more creative apology than the last.

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We pamper our men in every way. We sort out their clothes in the morning, all laid out before they wake up. All they have to do is stand up, have their bath and get dressed. Please note that the wife is also a working mother, who needs to get the kids ready before the nanny comes, pack their lunchbox, and get herself ready for work to ensure she clocks in before 8am.

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“I heard love is pain… come on, let’s hurt together.” xXx Confusion spread across the little children’s faces as her teacher gasped “Sorry?” yet her answer wouldn’t change “I said, my daddy is a drunk. That’s what he does, he isn’t a Doctor like Akin’s daddy, he isn’t a lawyer, singer, pilot, or engineer no.…

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As my roommate and I heard that the bus which usually comes to take us from our hostel to the Teaching Hospital wasn’t coming this morning, to say that we were heartbroken would be an understatement. The 50 Naira transport fare we would have to pay wasn’t painful at all (Quick tip: I’m lying), we would have…

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I stood in lane eight, barefoot, wearing an ill-fitting sports outfit which had been hastily provided for me by my House Mistress. ‘On your marks!’ The Games Master bellowed, almost deafening me as he was standing not too far from me. He was holding a microphone; why did the man have to shout? I heard…

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Love was a mere fantasy until she came along.  Just like you, she was a fresher. It all started from a simple “hello” in class. Soon mobile numbers were exchanged, which lead to a journey of incessant chats and calls. You were in love, and your lover was your all. The feeling couldn’t have been…

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I was reflecting one morning on how I never seem to be able to find a good cobbler around my house. It’s not all the time I want to take my shoes to The Lady Cobbler, especially for small repairs. But, try as I might, I can’t seem to find an aboki’ that’s worth his…

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I summoned all the courage I had in me to mutter the weakest “hi” I had ever said to another human being. She seemed anxious, struggling to grasp what I was trying to communicate with my body movements which were all I had since words weren’t coming out. I just stood there obviously shaken or afraid,…

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It was 5:30 again. Time to carry his mom’s prized wares of home-made perfumes, air fresheners and insecticides to Nung-Udoe market for her again. He didn’t need an alarm to get up; he had been waking up at this time five days a week for the past two years. As soon as he was strong…

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It was just like any other day to Chris. A reluctant jump out of bed at 6.00am, a sleepy mumble of prayers, 15 minutes laboured workout (it was more gasping than work), the shower and then, the start of a nerve racking day in school. The back of the class, that was his position. Alone…

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1. You do have to go on a college or Uni tour This might be extremely expensive especially if your intended college or Uni is far away but trust me its more than necessary to at least go for a tour. See where you want to go before you pay your tuition fees so you…

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I am sorry. I don’t even know why I am beginning this rant on an apologetic note. Is it me, or is no one worried about what goes on in our schools these days – or maybe it’s just in my school. Shall I begin again? Growing up, I read Ben Carson’s Gifted Hands, where…

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I know it is said that most gay people were born that way and all that. I am only taking it from one angle I feel has influenced people’s sexual orientation. I was in the junior class of an all-girls sec. school at the time and I remember not going out for one of those Saturday…