Tag: Dhamani

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There was something unusually evil about my mother’s eyes yesterday. She had woken up, svelte in her purple...

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Desmond drove in the blistering storm, his windshield wiper at its fastest speed. He squinted behind his glasses...

“Go into the shop and take a packet of tom-tom for you and your brother. The weather is...

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You are afraid of this newly acquired impatience. This sudden lack of tolerance for a television screen that...

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The tears had made her heavy layers of cosmetic foundation and facial powder obvious – leaving different stream...

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“Bring my phones downstairs when you’re coming… and hurry up!” Mum beckoned from the dining table.

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I usually can tell how she feels by looking in her eyes She knows so she tries to...

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I wake up. It is the dead of night. The crickets chirp at their loudest. The owls are...

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I have asked myself beyond reason What is it that truly makes us happy?

It was getting to the end of November and Seun had not yet been paid his salary. Seun...

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I dim the lights and open the curtains to see the beautiful landscape. Left the center lights a...

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I miss waking up each morning to the message you sent while I slept Stopping by to drop...

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“And you saw your father hit your mother?” The cross examiner asked. “I did. I saw him smash...

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"Bode! Let me pass!" "Pass to where?" Bode asked, obviously angered.

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At a point in my life I knew I had to give up everything. There was no point...

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After a while, it felt like the pen was going to pick itself up and start writing. I...

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The beauty of laughter

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I’ve been itching to write. It’s been painful staying away this long but I knew we needed it....

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"Open your door if you have the guts!" I yelled from the basement. I thought I heard her...

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In hundred years, our children will struggle to paint a picture. A picture they may never understand!