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I just got back from Ilorin, the sun licking the back of my neck and an empty bottle of water in my head. I was walking because I wanted to drop the bottle into a refuse before I took the bus home. Ahead, there’s a small market around the roundabout and a garage for buses…
I lay on the mat and closed my eyes. It was silent; everywhere was dark, except for the pinkish, tiny light from my power bank. It was about 11 p.m. and I was forcing myself to sleep. I detest speaking to anyone after 10 p.m. except M, but M travelled home and the network in…
A few months before my friend got married, she told me she would quit her job. She was a teacher in a secondary school and was earning peanuts. Her husband-to-be had convinced her the salary was not worth it; he was earning well and the money he gave her monthly was more than her pay….