Glissade

He struts in front of us, clutching his bible under one arm and beating the air with his other hand. He tells us not to be weary, that in due season we will reap the rewards of our faith. Amid the gathering, three people pump their fists in the air. Yes, lord! Tell them, sir! …

You are becoming a version of a person okay with the passing of a father.

“Be not righteous over much; neither make thyself over wise. . .” — Ecclesiastes Nigeria’s literary X comes alive a few times every year. And it’s a carnival. You feel a thrill just following the thing. But it’s even more exhilarating to join, to have an opinion—you feel triumphant, like Ulysses after he cut up …

The phone rang. I picked it up at the first beep. “Waziri, how are you?” “Fine sir. And you?” “Have they called you?” “No sir.” “These people! Don’t worry, I will sort it out.” The conversation ended within thirty seconds. This was around noon on Tuesday, 23rd February 2016. I did not have to probe. …

But these precautions didn’t stop Ekene from dying in his sleep.

To escape from fire is to die by water.

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