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It Drives Us Crazy

I don't know why boys love cars or anything with wheels. Almost all their toys are a sort of miniature speed masters. I am not referring to you that grew up with ready-made toys kids in Japan make in their daddy's garage, the same toys your daddy pay huge sums for. By "boys"  I meant kids like me that lived...

Butterfly

By chance you flew as time and tide comply A dance of wings in colour-strangled  air Like sails of ship in Sand and Sun Dubai The marriage 'tween your grace and tender care. A guard around your heart this secret keep: You yearn the one who takes away your pain Though take it long this gentle love to creep You'll...

Life is a Sport: Tug of War

That Saturday in Teslin Balogun stadium, Lagos, I supported Green House. I was meant to support it because the kids who came with me for the inter-house sports belonged there. Green House was doing well in the secondary category, but in the primary, it was neither here nor there. Yellow, with their noisy parents was everywhere. Then came the Tug...