Broda Muri and Ramadan Shenanigans

“Muriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii” That was my father, he has a way of stretching names, mine was “lanreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” perhaps he stretched everyone’s name to show the importance attached every time he needed anyone’s attention. I grew up in a large family, quite a number of uncles and cousins, perhaps the fact that both my mother and father were their respective fathers’ first child dropped the responsibility at their doorstep. Most of the egbons however were Muslims, and interestingly they were all older than

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Diary of an Awo Boy- Segun’s Famous Return

With his two hands folded behind his back like that of a man regretting every on his actions, his blue shirt flowed recklessly over his long pair of trousers, his much treasured black trouser. His pair of suede shoes had been re-patterned by the random dusts the roads have graciously offered, sweat had made a mockery of the several hours he spent in front of the mirror before his famous departure, he had been Bancied.   The air around him

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My life’s journey is that of many parts, every day I try to bring all the parts to an agreement, but I am yet to succeed at that, or maybe I shouldn’t even be trying to do it, I really don’t know yet- but while at it, I try to find how each part makes me better, and how each part can make the society better

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