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		<title>Cowards and Christmas Chickens</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Nov 2012 03:29:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Seun-Odukoya</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The first time I killed a chicken by myself was in 1993 December, in my parents house in Lagos. I nearly kill myself join. Thanks to my early love for horror movies the sight of blood did not scare me, but I was appalled by the idea of killing something that actually lived and breathed. <a href='http://www.naijastories.com/2012/11/cowards-and-christmas-chickens/' class='excerpt-more'>Read More</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Christmas Changes</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 07:20:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sueddie Agema</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[YEAR: 2010 LOCATION: New Karu, Nassarawa State On another Christmas day, I stay smiling, the harmattan allowing us to wear our suits for once. It was shocking to start receiving messages on the 24th. Wasn’t expecting anything of such, with Facebook, the likes and all. I thought that like birthdays, all messages would be parcelled <a href='http://www.naijastories.com/2012/01/christmas-changes/' class='excerpt-more'>Read More</a>]]></description>
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		<title>A Salaciously Sweet Christmas</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 07:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>henry c.onyema</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Santa Claus gave me a priceless gift on December 25 2007. Back in November, Adaoma assured me over the phone that she would spend the Christmas in Lagos. ‘‘Are you sure?’’ I asked. ‘‘You always have a reason to remain in Warri. Perhaps you will market Samsung phones on Christmas day.’’ Her laugh made my <a href='http://www.naijastories.com/2012/01/a-salaciously-sweet-christmas/' class='excerpt-more'>Read More</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Mama Efon&#8217;s Last One.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 06:58:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gboyega Otolorin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; This is how I remember it. This is the image of my grandmother that sticks; that Christmas of 2005, the Christmas before she died. She is sitting at the dining table, in her customary chair. She has a bowl of Bournvita in front of her. Yes. A bowl. Apparently, this is how she likes <a href='http://www.naijastories.com/2012/01/mama-efons-last-one/' class='excerpt-more'>Read More</a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Christmas Eve Raid</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 05:15:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>tosyn</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[24th December, 1996. Our house on the ever busy Ogunbowale street buzzed like a beehive just as it always did in the days leading up to Christmas. We had a number of relatives visiting. Uncles who dressed slaughtered birds and helped to lift heavy stuff around the house, amid all the banters and back-slapping. And <a href='http://www.naijastories.com/2012/01/the-christmas-eve-raid/' class='excerpt-more'>Read More</a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Arrival</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 04:30:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>shaifamily</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[December 17, 2010 Lagos, Nigeria. &#160; I have always thought life was beautiful. Well, it was. But, now it just became more beautiful. What I held in my hands is the greatest marvel I have ever beheld. The truest sign yet that life is indeed beautiful. Once again I steal a glance at the wall <a href='http://www.naijastories.com/2012/01/the-arrival/' class='excerpt-more'>Read More</a>]]></description>
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		<title>That Christmas</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 04:30:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>EXCELLENCY</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[22 DECEMBER, 2002 We sped down the highway, after dropping off Madam Ifeoma and her children at Garki in Enugu State. The journey had been uneventful since we left Pandam in Quan’pan L.G.A, Plateau State, except for the occasional stops, for Chijioke and Emma, Madam Ifeoma’s children, to ease themselves. We only had the large <a href='http://www.naijastories.com/2012/01/that-christmas/' class='excerpt-more'>Read More</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Christmas Ride Gone Gaga</title>
		<link>http://www.naijastories.com/2012/01/christmas-ride-gone-gaga/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 04:30:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ife Watson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[25th December 2000, Trans Amusement Park, Ibadan &#160; I woke up to a dry chilly harmattan morning. My lips felt parched and there was a tartly taste in my mouth. But there was no stopping my euphoric feeling. There is something about the yuletide that makes me feel so high. Could it be the delicacies <a href='http://www.naijastories.com/2012/01/christmas-ride-gone-gaga/' class='excerpt-more'>Read More</a>]]></description>
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		<title>In the Spirit of Christmas</title>
		<link>http://www.naijastories.com/2012/01/in-the-spirit-of-christmas/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 04:30:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>enoquin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Christmas day has always been a tiring day. It was a day we didn’t come up for air till late in the evening when we had ensured that the last dish had been washed clean. Nobody went out on Christmas day except to church early in the morning; from dawn to dusk we cooked several <a href='http://www.naijastories.com/2012/01/in-the-spirit-of-christmas/' class='excerpt-more'>Read More</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Meeting Up Christmas from the Jungle</title>
		<link>http://www.naijastories.com/2012/01/meeting-up-christmas-from-the-jungle/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 04:30:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dowell Oba</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[(2010; Kwari, Takum, Taraba state) &#160; It was the third week of December and my mind laid on an undecided dilemma, in which I had no hurry in making up my mind towards a fixed resolution. I had gotten so accustomed to life down here, enjoying every minute of love showered by the natives, who <a href='http://www.naijastories.com/2012/01/meeting-up-christmas-from-the-jungle/' class='excerpt-more'>Read More</a>]]></description>
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