The scata scata life of an African small geh
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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 I was wearing ripped jeans and therefore I was going to hell. Apparently, there was…
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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 and head out; I don’t even bother about makeup because I’m feeling a bit gloomy…
