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ABOUT ME. I was born in Lagos Island but stayed the most of my life in Kaduna. From an early age i devoured plenty of books, along the line the books shaped my thoughts then i began to write. Writing answered the questions that science and technology didn’t cater for…for me, writing is an exploration of the human mind and the wonders of the universe. To write, for me, is to attain Nirvana.
Guest Of The Mosquitoes (1)

Guest Of The Mosquitoes (1)

……..how she garnered the nerve, staying in the decrepit building for this long. The walls were craggy, greened and lichened with putrescent odour emerging from the rear end of the room. Even the toilet stench was so sickening that it neutralized her thirty-four hours of compulsive hunger until she bowed finally to a plate of beans in the evening of the second day. She devoured it in mouthfuls; wiping the greasy red stains of the palm oil with her left hand and then licking her finger in sequence. Hot mashed beans meal was her delight but not in this hell of a place. Kèwé had no option, she ate thankfully.