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Love and Tennis (Part 1: Love-15)

“ Romantic love is like the sport of tennis, a player’s seeding or ranking fluctuates; but sometimes, an unseeded wildcard stuns everyone and wins the Grand Slam” – Effiong Samuel One game I would love to play is tennis. I started having an interest when my late brother used to play. He wanted to teach me, but he died shortly...

you either Make It or Make-eat

Yesterday was Eyo Festival, I hear, and I would have missed seeing an eyo masquerade for the first time until someone tapped me and pointed to one. It has taken some three years of curiosity and expectation. It is not that the eyo is special to me, but prior to moving to Lagos I had regarded it as the symbol...

“…Writing is my Cowardice!”

I made a confession yesterday but it was not to a priest; it was to 37 pairs of searching eyes, ten cameras and a dozen artificial light sources. That I write because I want to is a lie. These things I bother you with, these things I write... I let them out because they bother me, they are like a...