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Philip Ebuluofor

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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Madoona Connection

Philip Ebuluofor

Submitted to Contest #81

It was a way of life of people called igbo's in olden days, and over here, olden days means from 1970 backwards. 90 percent of the population was concentrated in rural areas and their life was a routine, the same things, the same process everyday. You woke up in the morning, you sweep your compound, tidy your kitchen, fetch water water, go to farm return around 5 and 4 pm, prepare night food and then go for 'Tale by Moonlight' at the village square or any other minor gathering square in your kindred. One interesting thing...

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Mrs Agatha

Philip Ebuluofor

Submitted to Contest #80

Am not so sure then in Biafran land if there was 50 people that can read anything written in any language, including igbo language 40 percent. British colonial Masters on their part couldn't speak igbo language 20 percent, yet, they were the ones that came out with written form of it. I was wondering how one can write 100 percent language one found difficult to speak 20 percent. To breached the gaps, force, injustice, disrespect had to marry, for the culture and traditions of the people In question warrants that indirect rule was t...

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Written

Philip Ebuluofor

Submitted to Contest #79

He was around ten when one day, without telling her kids or husband where she was going or when she would be back. Maybe she believed that they were too young to understand or that she was truly mental as people were suggesting. They were five in the family then, two boys and three girls and okwudili the oldest was just ten then. He was to hear his mothers voice again twenty something years later. Their father mr. onyema was a motor parts dealer, not poor, not rich. He was okay in Nigerian standard. They were just normal family like many o...

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Climatic climax

Philip Ebuluofor

Submitted to Contest #77

I stood mopping at what was dropping on our cell window. Everywhere were white, it was like it started while we were asleep. It was our third night in the new environ of North china hebei province. We the fresh arrivals from South had never as African inmates seen live snows, only in television. The structure of the temporary foreign district, for we were housed in district 2 instead of 4 that were for foriegners, were very nice for first encounter and inevitable experience we had. The rooms were built in ‘you face me and I face you' styl...

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Shallow minded approach

Philip Ebuluofor

Submitted to Contest #76

“See, we swallowed our pride as a nation to even sit down facing each other in the name of negotiation. I don’t know how many organized nations that will agree to stoop so low like we did just for peace to reign. We want an end to this conflicts and release of all the school girls and they held hostage since two years now. The demand of one billion naira and release of all your members without conditions cannot work, one billion for what?", he querried. "From the look of things, we are not sure that they have peace in mind. These guys are t...

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Saint Bottle

Philip Ebuluofor

Submitted to Contest #75

Mazi phenco okiro is my name, for those of you that don’t understand igbo language, Mazi means mister, so, I'm Mr phenco okiro alias saint bottle. Yes, that was the name given to me in 1994 when the demon that took me around 26years to exocise was first taking roots inside me. For clarity sake, I'm 48, Hair black with hand full of scattered whites here and thereReceding front eye black, nose a little flat, I weigh about 75 nowadays before it used to osciliates betwe...

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Picked or Embedded

Philip Ebuluofor

Submitted to Contest #75

He was Village champion in three occasions in traditional wrestling organized every three years by the elders in early sixties. During those era, real man was measured by the number of barns one has, how strong you are usually determine how many barns one has or wives you are qualified to marry. Mr. Aburi was and had all the qualities, that was how he landed his beautiful wife Mrs. Helen Aburi. The most beautiful girl of his era. He had seven kids with Helen before he died at age of 38 of complications herbalist controlling events in he...

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Refresher courses

Philip Ebuluofor

Submitted to Contest #74

Ovie Redondo was in the board of many companies, and member of many organizations. Most of them state base, some village base. He was one of those creatures that are neither here nor there as far as education is concern.He was short, rotund, hair that are receding both from middle and front, he weighs about 70kg. He is currently the director of ever lotus bottled water.He had his office in the same compound with the factory, his office occupied about two 6 by 11 rooms, the office was decorated according the instruction he found in a magazine...

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BANGLED BEAUTIES

Philip Ebuluofor

Submitted to Contest #73

The time was around 2:30pm, the sun was shining to out done competitorthe humans at the receiving end did not know. Pat was among the pupilheading home under the full weight of the gamma after school work.Suddenly, birds that will number about hundreds fluttered and scatteredfrom corn field that covers a great quantity of plots there. Pat wasmesmerised , he stood transfixed mopping at their receding figures. Hewas captivated by their colour, white, yellow, green, beautiful creatures. The corn field was not entirely corn field, but like biafr...

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Empress Hatinu

Philip Ebuluofor

Submitted to Contest #72

My name is Hassan mai wurno pronounced wuruno, I'm 42, am about 5’8,in height, hair was black curled as if jerry curl was applied. I tell you truth, I have never touched any oil on my head since my secondary school days. I'm a fulani man, that is why my hair is like that. I weigh about 68kg. My profession changes every season, somethings, it doubles per season but I am staff of local government in record,others are side kicks. I came from sokoto northern nigeria. I passed through schools, primary to university level where I studies agr...

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ALL WEATHER

Philip Ebuluofor

Submitted to Contest #71

The 1513 Lorry came Jostling slowly heading towards amex bakeries. This road was awarded last year and was finished only six months ago. Now it is worse than it was before they started work on it. The road meant to last for five years lasted six months only. Actually, people were not surprised, Governor used the road to compensate his bakery friend that his company liquidated last year due to bad management. The man is marketer by education not an engineer. Initally, he just poured red sands on the road and left it like that, when people st...

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Officers iniquities

Philip Ebuluofor

Submitted to Contest #70

The park is a plot of land shared into two. Two rooms was erected on half which serve as a ticketing office and the other as a packing store. Long desks were placed infront of the ticket office and it acts as waiting area for the passenagers. The other half of the plot was acting as loading and packing places for the wagons mainly sienna products. Due to lack of space, the saloons load in turns. I am not all that sure that there is toilet facility there as I sat there waiting for our bus that will take us to Onitsha after Covid-19 lockdown w...

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My Lord

Philip Ebuluofor

Submitted to Contest #69

Every family has at least one palm tree, no matter how poor; it is akin to an Arab man not having a donkey, camel or some with goats. It was must have then in 50’s. It serves battalion of purposes: Red oil, broom, thatches, lotion, soap, goat, sheeps food, wine and religious rituals etc. all comes from it.Mrs Okwe was of average height that equals her weight. She usually had a disarming smile on her that arrest any person she comes across. Not educated but wise. She knew from observation that most people were poor in her village due to impat...

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Trials of doctor bello

Philip Ebuluofor

Submitted to Contest #68

“You mean he was not a student in this institution?” “Yes. He was just awarded Doctorate degree for his philanthropies donation to the department. “And were you the HOD of exams and record of this institution then?” “Yes, I was in this position then?” “These sixteen pictures he is in telling different story to yours Mr. H. O. D.” “I am surprise why he posed in those manners”. “what about the man sitting on the chair in those pictures?” “He was a lecturer in that public administration department then". “Where will we see the ...

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Fifteen to twenty

Philip Ebuluofor

Submitted to Contest #68

“Your hands on your heads all you and move over to that side. Get up you, move over to that side. You open those doors. All of you inside, inside.” “Where are they? Where are they? Where are they?” Everyone ignored them and one woman that was hitted on the head with butt was particularly angry with the police, was the first to reply. “You came here twenty minutes later asking about thieves that left fifteen minutes ago?. You were called long time ago from where they locked us in and you said you are on your way, what delay you for twenty mi...

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