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The cold tears of disappointment… “if any native doctor had told me i’d be with you like this, i’d refute that claim as one of the biggest lies, ‘i said to Semi as he held me so tight to himself. It was so cold that night as it rained. Before i could say
The cold shower… Goodnight … It was was dark in Chimezie’s House. It’s obvious he was a chronic smoker as the entire house smells of cigarette. “Chimezie,” don’t you have fuel in your generator set?, Semi asked him from the parlour where we were seated. Don’t worry bro, NEPA would soon restore light… This
The Journey to New Haven With an overwhelming ecstacy written all over his face, Bro. Mathew held me by the hand as we were headed to the security post for a gate pass.. He had gone to bring his wallet but he came down with his wallet and another jacket… More like a
It took me approximately 1hour, 38minutes to arrive Enugu. Finding my way to Bro. Mathew’s school wasn’t very hard just as he had told me it wouldn’t. The entire atmosphere in his school was so serene. I could barely hear any noise not minding the amount of students in the school. Some of
The Blind Alley – Episode 11 “Dear Obioma, i’m so sorry i never had time to discuss with you. You are such a beautiful lady with a beautiful soul. The one year spent with your family was the best to have happened to me. I always will have you people in my prayers. When
The Blind Alley – Episode 1 0 The D-day had come for the Seminarians to be sent forth. The entire parish hall was filled to the brim. Every pius society and pius associations were dressed in their official uniform. I didn’t envisage this sort of parting ceremony for these junior seminarians….. Obviously, they were
“What’s Lovingitis?,” i quickly asked Onyinye. ” Lovingitis is a situation where one could be in love without even knowing she is, “onyinye tried defining whatever that coinage meant to me. Obviously, she was joking but later found out how serious I was when i kept mute for a while… “Hellooo….!!! Are you still
In my discordant dream , i saw myself in a strange and totally different environment. It was so beautiful, so serene and felt so good. It was more like a resort centre. Some families were busy riding a horse, some kept themselves busy with the melodious tunes from the ogene music played by
“Dear people of God,” like you all know, our three seminarians would be rounding up their apostolic work by next month, “Our parish priest announced on the pulpit before commencing his homily on Sunday”. The announcement was greeted with a boisterous noise and cheers. Some were clapping whilst some felt rather calm. The parishioners
Through our journey from the house to the hospital, papa never stopped praying. You’d notice his jittery lips as he intermittently peeped behind to see if Semi had passed on…. “Mama Obioma, “how is he?,” he asked mama with an x-rayed disposition of nervousness as he drove. We arrived divine hospital at exactly 12:15