Tee Akindele on December 7th, 2010
A baby roams the streets
Hawking worthless wares
Sheâs dizzy in the heat
The sun has scorched her bare
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Addy Bardust on November 24th, 2010
Continued from -Admiral John Bull (2/3)
During the weeks that followed, Uncle began opening up to me about the operations of LAND. For the first time he also criticized diaspora activists. âYou canât sit down over there in obodo oyinbo and begin to talk about the issues that people in creeks are facing. When I heard you were coming over, I was pleased. You must acquaint yourself with the raw politics of the struggle. Itâs not your fault, that you are elite. In fact I commend you for coming down here to get
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Addy Bardust on November 20th, 2010
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It must have been past midday when I woke up to the knock on my door. I shouted to the person to come in, as I made an attempt to get out of my bed. Â I thought it was Abel, instead a girl a lot younger than Abel walked in, she was dressed like she had just come back from church âGood Afternoon Aunty, Uncle said I should call youâ? she swayed and played with her fingers as she talked.
âIs he downstairs?â?
âYes, he is in the big parlourâ?
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Addy Bardust on November 9th, 2010
The fleet of cars parked around the trimmed green compound would have been enough to stupefy me, but then came the AK-47-clutching guards that paraded the compound; this left me without words. One of the AK-47-clutchers opened the car door to let me out, and gave me the most unmoving salutation. Â I purposely ignored the greeting, and carried on admiring the shapeliness of the red ixora hedges. Â I hadnât breathed in the beauty of the compound to my satisfaction before I was whisked off into the house. A bare-chested adolescent boy trailed behind
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