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HIJAB-LIKE

Last week, I watched as my Mum struggled with her scarf. She stood in front of the mirror and tried for the 100th time. I was certain she wasn’t going to give up until she got it right. She kept mumbling about how women in the mosque had laughed at her inability to weave the […]

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GOD OR MAN?

written by Chibundu Joyce Walking into Mum’s room that evening after she washed off the day’s labour in her bath, I couldn’t believe my eyes, the one feature I had always wished I inherited was gone. The preacher that visited last week spoke extensively on the “coming of our LORD” and how that we are […]

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THE HOLY BREAD

written by Adeleke Kehinde The rain isn’t a friend to the homeless, well neither is the Sun. But one wouldn’t mess up your carton bed at night. The splatter of the rain drops made the mud to irritate his bare feet and it annoyed him too. Bade was just fourteen but he looked older than […]

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EXTRA TIME

written by Oladimeji Olushola It was a very cold morning, Mum had just finished preparing our usual Sunday delicacy, which we never get to taste until after the 6hours marathon church service. So once again, we silently feasted on the aroma and enjoyed the warmth it gave to the room. There was an unusual feel […]