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Chaos is order yet undeciphered. – José Saramago NOVEMBER 27, YEAR 2047 The mystery I share now surpasses anything a human mind can fully comprehend. This final confession, scribbled on my deathbed during a feverish summer night, began with a single, extraordinary encounter. Before I guide you into this labyrinth of my life, allow me…
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‘Good things come in threes; so do bad things and even things that are neither good nor bad’ *** As each breaking dawn sadly gave way to the birth of the bright morn, I couldn’t help but revel in one of life’s most providential beauty. As each day dwindled to nightfall, I couldn’t help but…
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The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living – Marcus Tullius Cicero *** Outside in the heavy downpour, the village of Isiohor stood forlorn as they mourned the passing of one of their own. Their grievance was complete, and their lamentations which the heavy downpour failed to muffle, could be…
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The motivation of all dream content is wish fulfillment – Sigmund Freud ***** “Tell me your dreams”, “Do tell me you must”! The clanging of the bell which signified the end of the afternoon shift, suddenly jarred poor Tunde Salako awake from his troubled slumber. He’d woken up disoriented, but after a furtive survey of…
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****** I have always believed an arcane machination to disrupt the delicate balance of life, by influences beyond my comprehension existed. I have also, unequivocally acknowledged that we are not alone, and that our actions were being scrutinized and recorded by a higher power for future retrospection. Even though I sometimes wished my beliefs were…
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It was almost dawn and sadly, the searing weather didn’t look like it was going to cool off. But what saddened my heart more was that the rising of the sun which signified the coming of a new day held no promise of hope or salvation me. Fatima who barely had an hour worth of…
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Papa no longer plays with me like he used to because he has been sick since we traveled back from Benin. Worse, I am only allowed to see him once in the morning and then at night and it hurt my little heart so much. Isi the hateful new house girl from the village was…
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Babatunde‘s eyes glowed with excitement as he blew the flames off the candles on his birthday cake, and the joy I felt was the only kind a mother would feel for a son she had gone through thick and thin to raise. My mind flashed back ten years in time when I conceived him and…
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I am a prisoner of circumstance, a prisoner to life and I kept hoping that any moment he would open up the door to allow me my freedom. Escape isn’t an option and even if by some freaky stroke of fate I see a way out, I still wouldn’t be able to save myself for…
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I was awakened by a ruckus outside only to discover that it was just my brother and the other kids in the compound excitingly giving chase to the protesting cock Mama bought for Christmas. My over imaginative mind pictured them in their drooping pants of different textures, shuffling and bustling around in different directions as…
My Dark School Of Thoughts 