Klara Kalu
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Stages of Grief
I find the experience of living in a new country similar, in a lot of ways, to just being born. There is a newness of experience and an unfamiliarity of emotions. Like a child, I find myself learning basic things,… Continue reading
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You Bury Me
Ife mi, Do you remember the day we met? I was 10 years old and I was going to buy Maggi when that troublesome group of teenage boys in our neighborhood tried to bully and rob me off of my… Continue reading
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Something’s in the Air
I finally accepted that something deeper than the failing government was wrong with this country. I had just boarded a bus to Port Harcourt when one of the “Pastor” passengers said I had sold my soul to the devil because… Continue reading
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Daddy Dearest
I was six years old when my dad lost his job but I had never realized we were poor up until I began to know the differences between a boy and a girl. You see, if my parents were to… Continue reading
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May I Have this Dance.
Emeka was one of those boys who travelled out of the country to South Africa and made it big. But you should know that before he travelled out, Emeka used to live next door. We lived in the type of… Continue reading
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When Blood Unbinds
The first time I realized Dad was cheating was when I was ten years old, well, almost ten years old. It was two days to my birthday and Mom had just thrown Aunt Ndidi’s red box into the bush opposite… Continue reading
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Best.. Sorry, boyfriend.
The best thing I love is the attention I get. How I can call him in the middle of a board meeting to whine about how my favourite fingernail just got broken while I was battling with some shopping bags… Continue reading
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Honey, I’m home! (The name is Ariel and I’m not a mermaid).
I’ve always wondered what it’d feel like to say that. Anyway, that’s just a title I came up with because I couldn’t figure out what else to use. This is the ‘official’ introduction. Take it seriously because you won’t be… Continue reading
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Lone Wolf
I got back from night class by 5am today. I close my eyes for a second and it’s already 7am so I drag myself out of bed because I have lectures by 9am. I take a cold bath, dress up… Continue reading
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