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Posted on December 5, 2019 by Ugo Nkwoala
Someone tapped on my panehe was either a neighbour or guestbut all I saw was a reflection in pain;the man in the window-glass professed:“Remember Matthew 7:12, chum!” Untidy bed, in repose, eyes vain,breasts spread, legs slayed – another man’s zest.My conscience resonates, telling me:… Continue Reading “MATTHEW 7:12”
Lad! Remember that no man ought to forgeta child’s tender youth is like tempering of waxapt to receive form – discipline before affectionmix threats with a fair look, manner with wit. A potter fashions his lay when it’s softa sparrow taught to come when younghot iron by a hammer’s stroke begets formand keeps it forever […]
4 It was the stuff of a satire, were it not painfully true. Nnenne sat silently on a black-spotted Ankara patterned sofa surrounded by chattering friends and coworkers. She and a handful of friends at Lolo’s urging – her childhood friend and workmate, had gathered at her residence to celebrate a hard-fought promotion greeted with […]
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3 Mid-age has come; almost lost is the brags and security that goes with the beauty of youth. Will the colors of a peahen be for its survival or pleasantries? Nnenne dared for answers.A non-conformist – Nnenne nurtured her confidence in the free-to-be-you household she grew up in with her mom – a teacher by […]