by Kashibu Victory
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The first thing you notice in Ajegunle Extension is not the noise, but the thirst.
by Kashibu Victory
Photo by Jouni Rajala on Unsplash
The first thing you notice in Ajegunle Extension is not the noise, but the thirst.
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By Ramatu Ada Ochekliye
Shiana stirred her pot of stew as it simmered on the cooker. The stew wasn't as red as she loved it, but this would have to do. Her spoon flitted around the chunks of meat, noting the spaces where she used to have more. She took the spoon out, hit it on the edge of the pot to get most of the stew back in, then she carefully placed what was left in the middle of her palm. She raised her palm to her mouth and licked the stew off.
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By Glory Ayobami Ogunbodede
They were five minds, five flames — each burning bright in their corner of Jos. But separate fires only warm so much. What if they could set the whole city alight?
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By Pius Onyebujor
Twelve-year-old Ella watched her mother standing in the middle of the street shouting at the top of her voice at Uncle Sunny. The ground was littered with a million broken pieces of what was once a couple of bottles yet, her mother's feet didn't bleed.
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By Marire Adebanjo
I stared at his eyes as he made several sexist statements. He has been spilling unreasonable comments since we started our conversation. I just couldn’t comprehend his thought process and why he was talking like this. I couldn’t believe what I just heard.

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by Marire Adebanjo
"This isn’t the first time this has happened", I said. The room went quiet for what felt like an eternity. The deepening silence nearly broke my eardrums.
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I can not take it anymore. I have to speak up. I thought this to myself. I am hoping something different will happen this time. I have tried several things before resorting to telling my family.
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By Marire Adebanjo
I opened my eyes to see the spirogyra decorated white ceiling of my room. It was not intended to be that way. It was usually just white but rain drops from the leaking roof has prompted this.
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By Adetayo Adetokun
The Shadow of Despair
Beneath the relentless African sun somewhere in Senegal, my story unfolds against a backdrop of stark contradictions. Senegal, a nation brimming with natural beauty and cultural richness, paradoxically harbored a grim underbelly—a pervasive economic depression that ensnared its youth in a cruel vice. As I, Amadou, embarked on my tumultuous journey, I could feel the weight of despair bearing down upon me like the sweltering heat of the sun overhead.
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By Cynthia Umeh
Tima lived in a charming small town. Her blindness may have impaired her eyesight, but she knew in her spirit that her town was charming.
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By Ruth Ajawu
My life is sectioned into four: the good days, the bad days, the in between, and the mixture.
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| Beautiful Space Wallpaper Image: Eliosh |
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| Black Couple Sleeping Image: Daily News |
Every story has at least two sides. Every action has at least two reactions. The first was here. This is the second.
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| Picture Culled From: MARSHABLE's 'Black Armor' Written By: David Yi |