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by Daniel Nkado The motorcycle stopped just in front of the gate. I got down and handed the man N500. “Aunty, make I keep the change?” he said, smiling as he searched his pocket. He was still smiling as he extended N200 to me. I gave him another look and […]

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by Daniel Nkado This is not my story.  No, it isn’t. It’s actually my father’s, the way he told it to me. Unlike most babies, I wasn’t born in a hospital. Come to think of it, no one actually knows where I was born. Or who my mother is. My […]

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by Daniel Nkado I grew up listening to neither Michael Jackson nor Diana Ross. I was already 16 when we first had electricity. The loud buzzing of an alarm clock didn’t wake me each morning. The shrill cry of the rooster did. He was red-coloured and always on time. Mornings […]

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by Daniel Nkado Her skin is as dark as coalHer eyes black as tamarindNose straight and dividedLike the double gong Her hair grew thick and darkHer neck long and strongShe stands not a desiccated treeShe is full and edges rounded Her smiles are slight and complexHer gaze deep and penetrativeThere […]

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by Daniel Nkado When Chibuzo won a scholarship to study in the UK, his parents were their happiest. When he returned, years after, with a foreign degree, a glossy appointment letter and an official car, Mama and Papa Chibuzo danced like there was no tomorrow. But days later, following the […]

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