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7 days ago

The Snake Man Of Eleme Street Everyone on Eleme Street had Baba Fyneface's number saved under one name SNAKE. Not Fyneface, not Mr. Ihenacho, not even Baba, just SNAKE, in capital letters, because when the day came and on E

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6 days ago

The Same Shoulder Every Time. Last week Baba Ijeoma was outside sweeping gutter water off his frontage like his life depended on it, It had rained hard the night before, and the whole street was muddy and a…

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about 16 hours ago

CNF: Someone has to step up. Murphy's dad works with the Abia State Environmental Protection Agency (ASEPA); like the name implies, they are the ones in charge of keeping the entire state clean. Every…

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8 days ago

The Man Who Was Always Leaving. By the time the people in the neighborhood could say "Jack," this man was already leaving. And nobody could really pinpoint why; no one was really close enough to him to even…

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8 days ago

Trusting the wrong person || CNF Greetings! Dele being my best friend and confidential friend has been good to me as I used to visit him whenever I have my plans to be executed, what I used to do is to go…

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7 days ago

CNF: Moving from One Phase to Another “A rolling stone gathers no moss” is one phrase I have heard quite a lot of times growing up, but I never really read meaning into it until things started playing out in my life…

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8 days ago

The Road I choose. "Are you seriously leaving again?" I stopped at the doorway and looked back at my mother, she was sitting on the only old sofa in the house and she was taring at me like i had…

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12 days ago

The Moss We Run From. Chidera had packed and unpacked that same box three times in one week. Her mama saw her that Saturday morning, sitting on the floor of her room in Surulere, folding one blouse…

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7 days ago

Inside the Corrupt System The first rule of undercover journalism is simple, never assume that the person sitting across from you knows who you real

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about 4 hours ago

I Witnessed My Father Being a Mother Too. I was only two years old when my mother died. I was too young to understand what death meant. I did not know what i had lost then, and i did not have memories of my mother that i could hold on t

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