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Sunday Serenade

The sound of church singing over very loud, loudspeakers.

It feels far away but the strains are close enough for me to make out the shrill voice of the female lead singer and the strident choir. 447 more words

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The Destitute

It was all there; flimsy black nylon and “pure water” plastic bags, semi crushed empty containers of bottled Evian water, yellowed corn cobs and a zillion other items in varying states of decay. 450 more words

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MMA- 2- Still First Base

I am reassured as I creep closer to the long awaited corner. Hopefully, the cause of this delay would become clear for all to see. I might just see the lone harassed immigration officer having to deal with all of us, perhaps his colleagues were taking a day off, that might explain this almost unmoving mass of tired, hungry seemingly deflated Nigerians. 307 more words

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