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Philip Ebuluofor

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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When The Crew Comes To Town

Philip Ebuluofor

Cut! Cut !! Cut!!! I couldn’t help it this time around. This is the third time in under three minutes he was shouting that. What was so funny to me and annoying to the actors and actresses was the manner he shouts it with that plastic toothpick in his mouth. Cut, cut, cut. I was wondering if that is how all these plays and movies we watch are being recorded or if this albino is just the son of a bitch.     The director Mr. Thunder as they nicked him was shouting to Charles an albino like him and that had been the third ...

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Running After Who Is Running After Something

Philip Ebuluofor

He lives three houses away from ours. He might be in his late twenties or early thirties, am not sure of his age. Funny fellow of human. He doesn’t quiet have that height they call average and not the type that you might call eye catching, heading turning and that must have been reason he is into type of career he is in. Ex-officio they call him. His work is to observe and report and from look of things, he had been at the informant job for long without many paying attention to him then few years ago, a man returned from abroad, wha...

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Village sagacity

Philip Ebuluofor

Chuku, that’s what they call him. Probably meaning Chukwu, (God) in full. These days, many parents are resorting to names like that for reasons best known to them. Maybe, seeking good luck and fortune in everything. He is eight and in class three. How he made it that far considering where he is coming from, I have not heard that part well.  The alcoholic father had died when he was five from drinking excess cheap local brewed gins. They found him under a guava tree clutching a bottle of the brew with what will pass as a smile on his...

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Determination At The Root Of It All

Philip Ebuluofor

They are known by what they achieved and way it was achieved. By nature, or act of gods, people from this tribe don’t really know that government exist. No. not that they don’t know, they do know after all they take part in election campaigns where some receive popcorns and sachet waters and shits like that to cast their votes on the Election Day for popcorn slingers. What they don’t know, rather don't care to know is the functions of the popcorn throwing government or duty of the government to the masses, so, they do what they will do for t...

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Hidden Secret From The West

Philip Ebuluofor

A plump of a man. He stood about 5,3 and his weight is hovering around obesity and diabetes. Father Mark, they call him. His stomach seems to be ballooning each day as if it is rioting seeking an escape.     He came back from Eastern Europe some say Norway, some Iceland, or somewhere in that region. He came to our parish and introduced new things no one here ever associates with the catholic priest or even Christianity and many were his mouthpiece rendering unrequested excuses for his smoking habits. Worshipers h...

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Ladder List

Philip Ebuluofor

It all started in college days. If I recall well, third year in college. That was when I first saw two of them often. For the next two years, it was the same story of attachment. The ultimate test of friendship is always after education if school is where both of you met. When one is just being schooled by parents or whoever is doing that in loco, it’s seen as quasi serious place and quasi enjoyment environment. In fact, over here in Nigeria, primary school is what it is to us. Forced and the time we enter secondary school, it’s the senior...

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Doff Your Hat Wherever You See Second Timers

Philip Ebuluofor

He pulled with all his strength and achieved almost no result. He went on all four to see what is exerting this strength. The coarseness told him that whatever it's isn't a new occupant of the under bench. He was right. The color and quantity pointed that fact out well. The person or whoever they might be seems to be on the religious duty of packing half-chewed guns under the same chair each week for reasons known to them. In this kind of discovery, you don’t open your mouth wide for it is a sign of not doing the work previously well. Th...

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The Same Central Apple

Philip Ebuluofor

Mr. Charlie B as he was known by the village kids is sixty-one. His mother was eighty-five. The story surrounding that man is high and deep at the same time. Too many versions even though they retain that greater element of central sameness that give It validity. The central message in it was that the man with a son behaving like a sorry version of him was once a near priest. Nearly? The story about the guy goes this way. He was raised by his now eighty-five years old mother alongside two other elder sisters. His father died when he was ...

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Caught Up In Few Minutes

Philip Ebuluofor

“You need to hear the sound of the speaker am telling you about. It booms to high heavens. Boom! Boom!! Boom!!! Like thunder rumbling” Emeka in his demonstrative way is telling us in the class one morning about new music speaker his uncle bought and how it transformed their neighborhood. He had missed class for three days in a row and when he showed up, it was apparent from what occupied his day while he was absent from class that long. No one pointed that out but it was clear. He was listening to music in his uncle’s new speaker. &nb...

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Correct Hats On Correct Heads

Philip Ebuluofor

He stood just about three meters away from the man's table and had been standing for about three minutes without being fully acknowledged. The only acknowledgement he have received from the man since he entered was a furtive glance in the direction of the sound that came as greeting. Shaking of the head in his direction and full attention returning to whatever it was he was drafting.  The whole students of the community secondary school Iji numbering about eight-fifty knew that mood like back of their hands. It have became a culture a...

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Where Heaven Lift People From

Philip Ebuluofor

 He couldn’t pinpoint when the turning point happened in his life, how could he? it had been about eight years and never gradual since that incident that took him inside the state detention center and made that center the turning center of his life. He had been what some refer to here as Journey Johnny Worker. Phrase attached to those people that sleep and wake up, eat and left the house for work that has no particular base or form. Everything goes kind of people with everything goes kind of skill needed for all manner of works people...

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Bang And Bam

Philip Ebuluofor

 The pathway that led into the Uku village in Amafor town in early’70s would not accommodate two bicycles coming from opposite direction. Too tiny. During rainy seasons overgrown brushes from both side of the road made it almost impassable for anyone carrying anything wider than his or her shoulders. In that nest rest two love birds by names Julie and Clifford.  A tale of magnet and nail. Both the apple and pie of each others eyes and maybe something more like narrators of this century will deliver it if asked to do so. In each o...

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Too Many Uprooting

Philip Ebuluofor

Mr. Tony, the source of the grapevine news among his fellow staff of the sanitation department of the Oji local government area. The people are known for the moniker the public gave them after the civil war that has stuck since then. ‘The two-faced guys' Fifty percent of them from the daylight road sweeping team, well clothed in matching uniforms in daylights sweeping the roads double as night soil men in the cover of darkness. At their own health risk, some women, as warned by the local government leaders, are even allowed to work am...

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The Whys Of Indecent Proposals

Philip Ebuluofor

I was sitting in my small corner in the department when this girl matched in fuming. I sat there watching her and she sat in anger turning the pages of the book in her front with anger in such a way that still surprises today on how those pages remained in tact. I was determine not to be the person that opened my mouth first. About five minutes later, she asked me: “is this not how to write capital Y?” I was little taken aback by the question. Instead of answering the question, I focused on her face to know if something else is going on. I m...

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Soliloquy Gone Sour

Philip Ebuluofor

It's rainy season not the dry one so, tales by the moonlight at the village squares in Africa are off until the next dry season.   These tales that comes in the nights after the days work are usually told at the village squares by the elders when clans or villages are not staging one singing, quasi fashion shows or wrestling competitions. That’s the life Africans live in our interior villages. Yes, there is fashion and beauty shows even before colonial masters came in our little known way. Young Women paint faces with local dye f...

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