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		<title>Angel in a Rickety Bus (2)</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2012 12:27:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ayodeji Lancaster</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Since Ibadan wasn’t my final destination, I had to move on. I chattered a bike to “Express junction” where I boarded another bus going to Ake, my final destination. I got lucky this time as the vehicle was almost a new one aside the torn seats and a tipsy driver. I said my little prayer, <a href='http://www.naijastories.com/2012/05/angel-in-a-rickety-bus-2/' class='excerpt-more'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>For Prestige. For Honour. (Pt 2)</title>
		<link>http://www.naijastories.com/2012/05/for-prestige-for-honour-pt-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2012 08:49:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Fiyinfoluwa Akinsiku</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In recent times, her family had tried to match-make her and it had been so annoying. First, during Baami’s Baba ijo reception in his mansion at Funbi Fagun, Uncle Adekunle, Baami’s younger brother, had introduced her to Leke, a guy that smiled like an oda – a stupid drooling fool. His dressing was awkward: red <a href='http://www.naijastories.com/2012/05/for-prestige-for-honour-pt-2/' class='excerpt-more'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>For Prestige. For Honour. (Pt 1)</title>
		<link>http://www.naijastories.com/2012/05/for-prestige-for-honour-pt-1/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2012 10:03:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Fiyinfoluwa Akinsiku</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Seto had never been so infuriated all her life. She walked as fast as her legs could carry her, and with one last stride got to her Highlander Jeep. She opened it, jumped inside and threw her handbag on the passenger’s seat. Her lower lip disappeared into her mouth. Her eyebrows came together. Her hand <a href='http://www.naijastories.com/2012/05/for-prestige-for-honour-pt-1/' class='excerpt-more'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>You Should Not Blame Me (Pt 2)</title>
		<link>http://www.naijastories.com/2012/04/you-should-not-blame-me-pt-2/</link>
		<comments>http://www.naijastories.com/2012/04/you-should-not-blame-me-pt-2/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2012 09:02:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Fiyinfoluwa Akinsiku</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Immediately I closed my eyes, his muscular arms moved my feet from off the ground into the bed. I chuckled. Daddy was playing one of his pranks again. I got a little confused when those arms slowly began to loosen the tuck under my armpit. I was shy. He stripped me totally and I heard <a href='http://www.naijastories.com/2012/04/you-should-not-blame-me-pt-2/' class='excerpt-more'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>You Should Not Blame Me (Pt 1)</title>
		<link>http://www.naijastories.com/2012/04/you-should-not-blame-me-pt-1/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2012 11:02:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Fiyinfoluwa Akinsiku</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dirty, robbed, humiliated and violated. That was how I felt. My innocence, character, purity took a bow and walked off the stage, leaving me, the confused spectator. That was when it happened. Tears gushed down my face like insane torrential rainfall at the start of a long overdue rainy season. The tears first gathered and <a href='http://www.naijastories.com/2012/04/you-should-not-blame-me-pt-1/' class='excerpt-more'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>The President&#8217;s Speech</title>
		<link>http://www.naijastories.com/2012/04/the-presidents-speech/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2012 08:55:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tola Odejayi</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Five more minutes, Mr. President.” The president, who had been shuffling around some papers on his desk, glanced up at the prompt from the studio producer. As he leaned forward from the leather chair he was sitting on, he thought about the Easter speech he was about to give. He had scanned a copy of <a href='http://www.naijastories.com/2012/04/the-presidents-speech/' class='excerpt-more'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Fairy Tales of the Deities…</title>
		<link>http://www.naijastories.com/2012/04/fairy-tales-of-the-deities/</link>
		<comments>http://www.naijastories.com/2012/04/fairy-tales-of-the-deities/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2012 14:17:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lawore olufemi</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; I was there when Oludumare Sent Obatala on a journey to this planet I heard those echoes of words spoken And moved with the words of creation Obatala, dressed in supreme white Moulded and Oludumare blessed with breath My ancestors lived, but I existed &#160; I was a sparkle in the sword of Ogun <a href='http://www.naijastories.com/2012/04/fairy-tales-of-the-deities/' class='excerpt-more'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>2014 &#8211; Two New Countries</title>
		<link>http://www.naijastories.com/2012/03/2014-two-new-countries/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2012 14:42:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>obinwanne</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.naijastories.com/?p=34428</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Somewhere, deep within the Chad Basin, in Borno State, a light began to flash on a console. The technician monitoring the console blinked, unable to instantly process what he was seeing. He looked at the console again and frowned, trying to make sense of what he saw. Then he picked up the intercom attached to <a href='http://www.naijastories.com/2012/03/2014-two-new-countries/' class='excerpt-more'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Septavalent Stone chapter critique-7</title>
		<link>http://www.naijastories.com/2012/03/the-septavalent-stone-chapter-critique-7/</link>
		<comments>http://www.naijastories.com/2012/03/the-septavalent-stone-chapter-critique-7/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Mar 2012 07:22:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jacobolisajones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[* It was at about eleven thirty PM when Uncle Jeffery woke up, feeling worried. He took out his phone, and went to his received call list, and then cursed as he realized it wasn’t a dream. Mrs. Ugabi had called him earlier to ask if he knew anything about Andrew’s whereabouts. How could Osirik <a href='http://www.naijastories.com/2012/03/the-septavalent-stone-chapter-critique-7/' class='excerpt-more'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>RISING NIGHT-Excerpt 8</title>
		<link>http://www.naijastories.com/2012/03/rising-night-excerpt-8/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Mar 2012 08:09:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Raymond</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.naijastories.com/?p=33753</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[103 &#160; It was a bad night. He could feel it. Something was wrong. The Ninja was up, and someone, or some people, were going to die tonight.   “A Ninja is not a magician Ryuu-san, neither is he an assassin.” Sensei Takeshi says. He makes the tea in that slow, deliberate manner of his. <a href='http://www.naijastories.com/2012/03/rising-night-excerpt-8/' class='excerpt-more'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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