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Story, Story…Story. This is not fiction. The Making of the Word. February 3, 2016. The stories are beginning to stir…they’ve been on mute for too long. Silenced by fears, worries and everyday cares. They are rising from the dungeons of abandonment; they’ll soon be here…. December 1, 2015. How does it work, this etiquette on Twitter? How long do I have to follow you before I tweet you? Should I expect a reply if and when I do? When I don’t get a reply, what do I do, what do I do? November 22, 2015. But wh...
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Story, Story…Story. This is not fiction. The Making of the Word. Nkemjika – What I now was. August 29, 2015. August 29, 2015. It was a voice that sounded familiar yet strange at the same time. And it called from within, not without. If’anachọ had found space inside of me. I do not know how he got in there; I don’t recall making space for him but somehow, he found a way. I am here, I replied. But when I looked at him, I saw the outline of Ugonna, Maduemesi and Izuchukwu. Nkemjika, he called again. Not on ...
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Mami-Wọta Made My Hair [III] | RoastCorn&Ube
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Story, Story…Story. This is not fiction. The Making of the Word. Mami-Wọta Made My Hair [III]. June 18, 2015. The first incident took place when I was three years old. My grandmother and seven aunties wanted to prepare a feast to mark my third year on earth. My mother refused, bluntly. Because she loved my father and was able to deal with their noise more than he could. She allowed them the first year to gloat, to joy, to make merry while she and my father sat with quiet smiles at the feasting table.
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Fatima Priscilla Gana – A Year Later (In Remembrance) | RoastCorn&Ube
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Story, Story…Story. This is not fiction. The Making of the Word. Fatima Priscilla Gana – A Year Later (In Remembrance). June 20, 2015. June 20, 2015. We remember you, Fatima Priscilla Gana. On this date, a year ago, we laid your body to rest. We remember your guileless smile; your heart of gold. We remember your child-like trust and belief in others. We remember your ability to see no wrong in people. So many memories…. Even though I try and squelch it any time it comes, the hurt hasn’t lessened...
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Mami-Wọta Made My Hair [IV] | RoastCorn&Ube
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Story, Story…Story. This is not fiction. The Making of the Word. Mami-Wọta Made My Hair [IV]. July 4, 2015. July 4, 2015. We left the house and the compound. Somehow, my mother had contrived to ensure that our departure did not clash with the arrival of my grandmother and seven aunties. 8230;Read more at http:/ okadabooks.com/book/about/9681. Fatima Priscilla Gana – A Year Later (In Remembrance). What I was not. 4 thoughts on “ Mami-Wọta Made My Hair [IV]. July 6, 2015 at 6:13 pm. July 6, 2015 at 6:15 pm.
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Following Your Heart: Walking The Straight and Narrow | RoastCorn&Ube
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Story, Story…Story. This is not fiction. The Making of the Word. Following Your Heart: Walking The Straight and Narrow. June 1, 2015. My sister once said to me, Follow your heart and everything will be alright. She isn’t the only one. A lot of people say that. On social networking sites, blogs, articles in newspapers and magazines, and in everyday conversations. The fact is, and I’ve come to realise this, that ‘. Requires you to be on the straight and narrow; to make your ‘. While you’re still journeying.
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Story, Story…Story. This is not fiction. The Making of the Word. October 3, 2016. Tell, if you want to tell but if you prefer to ‘ show not tell’,. Well do that too. Write whatever you want to write; there will be people who will read and enjoy it whether you choose to ‘ tell’. Or ‘ show.’. April 24, 2016. Not half this and half that, but all woman and all that. She is a siren, a vixen, a sage, an amazon; Ezenwanyi all rolled in one! She sings, she dances, she speaks in tongues of old. March 29, 2016.
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Mami-Wọta Made My Hair [IV] | RoastCorn&Ube
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Story, Story…Story. This is not fiction. The Making of the Word. Mami-Wọta Made My Hair [IV]. July 4, 2015. July 4, 2015. We left the house and the compound. Somehow, my mother had contrived to ensure that our departure did not clash with the arrival of my grandmother and seven aunties. 8230;Read more at http:/ okadabooks.com/book/about/9681. Fatima Priscilla Gana – A Year Later (In Remembrance). What I was not. 4 thoughts on “ Mami-Wọta Made My Hair [IV]. July 6, 2015 at 6:13 pm. July 6, 2015 at 6:15 pm.
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What I was not [II] | RoastCorn&Ube
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Story, Story…Story. This is not fiction. The Making of the Word. What I was not [II]. August 5, 2015. August 5, 2015. It’s funny how If’anachọ appeared that year I got to know myself. With a direct gaze, hands held out, palms facing upwards, clean and empty, I was tempted, heavily tempted but three thoughts dropped into my mind,. As heavy and loud as the rocks Somto drops into the overflowing stream to dam it. Thought One: Did I need If’anachọ? Thought Two: Really need him? Bend, twist, fold, contort eve...
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Story, Story…Story. This is not fiction. The Making of the Word. What I was not [II]. August 5, 2015. August 5, 2015. It’s funny how If’anachọ appeared that year I got to know myself. With a direct gaze, hands held out, palms facing upwards, clean and empty, I was tempted, heavily tempted but three thoughts dropped into my mind,. As heavy and loud as the rocks Somto drops into the overflowing stream to dam it. Thought One: Did I need If’anachọ? Thought Two: Really need him? Bend, twist, fold, contort eve...