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Triptych
In Search of. The hot wax dripped down the candle, it was hot and Tesla welcomed the scalding for the counterpoint it gave to the rest of his surroundings. It was cold, vast, and empty. He shouldered a heavy door open and peered inside, the voices that had seemed so dim and promising were clear…
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The Palm nut Game
A campfire is Nature’s musical, the flames dance out scenes, one flame gave a deep bow to another as it jumped, changed colour, and grew taller. The other flamed circled around them, waving back and forth, their harsh language providing unrhythmic acoustic accompaniment. The boy and the night watched but the fire did not fear,…
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The Agbada Inheritance.
IN a village called Opo-Ina, a rich man once lived with his twelve sons, although he had once had three wives they were all dead and now he was nearing his old age. His last son, Esugbami was the only child of his youngest wife, the beautiful daughter of a herbalist who had run away…
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BeauParfum- A Love Story.
Astral-Dermal Recognition is such a funny concept, centuries debating the existence of the soul and Nature comes along and soul-passwords everyone. I have a pattern on my chest, it spreads up a little to my throat and I like to imagine a man with black lips, kissing me on a hot strobe coloured night. My…
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The Wheel.
Wheels lay nestled together inside the machine, gears within gears beside gears, all turning wheels. Their teeth lay side on side, each pushing the other, forward, onwards. The gears turned and the Wheels turned and turned, each wheel turning the other, it was a perfect system, neatly contained and locked in position. The first mistake…
Calabash-Rose 