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IRREDEEMABLE CYCLE

You were 6 years old when you first heard the phrase, “men don’t cry”. Your mum had told you this when Bilikisu; your neighbor’s daughter beat the hell out of you in a street fight. You burst out in tears and ran to your mother. She welcomed you with two thunderous slaps. “Are you insane? […]

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Saved by the Hit

The cut on my head must have been deeper than I thought. My white blouse was already drenched in blood. I put a hand to the wound as I made my way to the car I parked down the road. Thankfully, I remember where I parked the car. That would serve as one of the […]