Glissade

Abba Kyari told me he was going to have a crucial meeting with the President and some other people on your matter.

  My brother, held tight to his  belief like a limpet holding onto algae,  chewing it off a hard rock. So when  he joined Boko Haram, we only saw it  on the leaf he left us that read: I have  left to strive in the path of my Lord. Ya  Ilahi, I agree, belief eats at a …

The language of love is cliched. The language of marriage, the institution of love, is also cliched.

Because he was different, the bus conductor let a lofty hope bud within him, a hope too high for his type: love.

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