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Submitted to Contest #28
I was diagnosed with prostate cancer and the doctor said I have barely three years to live because, according to him, the disease had already spread to my bones. Upon receiving the news, I closed my eyes or rather, my eyes closed of their own accord. I remembered when I was dropped from the football team eleven years ago- and how broken I had been. Now it seemed the whole thing was happening all over again. This was far worse, even. Then I thought of you. How you would react when I broke the news to you. We had wedded just a year and some mo...
Submitted to Contest #12
‘I’m sorry I have to drop you guys from the squad.’This revelation hits us like a bullet to the chest. Everyone is too dazed to say a word, but the look in our eyes says everything. Fancy a man who’s had his marriage proposal turned down by his dream woman in the last minute. For my part, it feels like someone has pulled my intestines from the inside out. The FIFA U20 World Cup is only weeks away. What haven’t we done just so we can earn a place on the team?Picture four young men, who wake up as early as 4 or 5a.m. each day and go jogging. C...
Submitted to Contest #9
When a man loves a woman, there’s nothing he won’t do to win her attention. He buys her clothes and jewelleries, calls her often and sends her texts. He tries to keep her happy all the time. Sometimes he borrows money to do shopping with her. Anything to convince her that he is Mr. Perfect.There is a certain girl who lives in the next street. She is about nineteen by your observation. Her father is late and her mother owns a shop where she sells her wares. In the scale of public opinion, she is the most adored girl in the whole neighbourhood...
Submitted to Contest #7
Dear Esiri,Growing up had been the hardest part of my life. When I hear people talk about their childhood, I wince because mine is anything but memorable. No mother to tell me bedtime stories or sing me lullabies or tuck a blanket around me while I slept. No father to sternly warn me: “Read your books and pass your exams, so you will become a Wole Soyinka in future” and “No girlfriend till you turn eighteen!” No brothers to have silly arguments or engage in arm-wrestling with. No sisters with whom to play hide-and-seek or ludo. No uncles to ...
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