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How I Choose To Remember

How I Choose To Remember

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The house was full of children, men, women, and widows. The children who were always present during the Christmas and New Year season. Maybe even more numerous. The men and women at home were definitely more, no doubt: my uncles, aunts, some cousins, and a few nieces and nephews. Almost everyone was present. Those who weren't had very important places to be. Home was home. But this was not a seasonal period; it was early September, 2021.Unlike during the holidays, the presence of the entire family - both those I knew well and those I didn't - swarming like flies around a large, festering wound, was not caused by something good. Dad's chair sat emptily consecrated. His room was padlocked, the key in our firstborn's bunch of keys. His sitting room - almost twice as large as the general sitting room - was clean, with a standing frame displaying his pictures, name, age, date of birth and death, and a Bible quotation at the bottom. It stood in an isolated corner of the room. My father had died some days earlier, in my arms, and my brother had begun asking me to provide my tribute to him. Thoughts of what to say, or how to structure it - whether to write a letter, as was traditional, or go my own way by writing a poem - troubled me. I had so much to say that could fill an entire pamphlet if I were to be fully honest. For days, I left the pamphlet maker in suspense, not submitting anything. In the end, I just dropped 'something', so the space that was reserved for me wouldn't remain empty.However, I felt burdened and burned by the words I would have written, especially when I saw the words that weren't mine fill the space meant for my tribute. At last, I picked up my notebook, which I call my diary, and began sketching words into it. I poured the memories I had of my father. I haven't written much, nor have I written all that I have to say, nor will I. But one thing is certain: good things never leave us completely; they sometimes stay behind in small packages.…

The Campus Church-Boy

The Campus Church-Boy

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An overzealous young Christian found himself thrown between what he believes and that which the world has to offer. His belief in the power of faith affects his psychology and he neglects the basic reason he is in school. Would he go on in this path or would life change his psychology?…

Lord, I'm confused...
Roses and A Crown (A Play)

Roses and A Crown (A Play)

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PROLOGUEUnder a mango tree in a hamlet called Ilumoje, 4 youngsters and 3 youths are gathered playing spiritedly and discussing, respectively in front of a house. The children are involved in different types of plays, and are carried away by them. The youths are also talking about different scenes that have happened according to what they heard and saw. Nevertheless, they put an eye on the children just in case they need to be guided. They all can see the unfriendly weather in the neighborhood by the way flashes of light are seen continuously in the dark-grey cloud, and for sure, those clouds are also coming over the their hamlet too. Still, these children and the youths are not that threatened by the weather. Whereas, they decide to even play harder like there was no tomorrow. The children are seen holding each other's hand till they all formed a circle. Then one goes into the circle, bends as the other 3 sing a song. And this goes on and on, till the clouds totally came upon the whole hamlet. The wind begins to blow heavily and the trees whistle and dance continuously like female dancers when they flung their hair from left to right on the air. A pregnant woman looking in her late 30's opens the entrance to the house and orders the children loud and clear to leave her house's frontage. Reluctantly, they all go home. After they have all gone, the woman stands at the door like she was expecting someone. The rain begins with a heavy down pour. But still she sticks to the door. She endures a bit longer before hesitantly moving inside and locking the door. Suddenly, lightning strikes hard against the earth surface about half a mile away. The woman is terrified and goes into labour. Few minutes later, a baby's cry is heard. Then, the rain stops.…

The Heart's Chronicles

The Heart's Chronicles

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