Closing The Window Panes, Of Pain_That Is The Way It Is_Cocky_My Bully Dates My Sister
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Closing The Window Panes, Of Pain
The small window is barely letting the weak morning rays passage into my cell. But I can see the outline of the warden's face. Even with the insufficient light, I can, by his smell alone, identify him - the supervisory warden. Horizontal tribal marks crisscrossing his rumpled face like a toddler's drawing book, a large nose, a wicked husky voice, and a a smooth bald head.He is saying something while unshackling the cuffs on my legs, the morning sun glinting off the parabola of his bald brown scalp. He smells like raw fish - just like those chubby women at Ajasa Street who sold cartridges in la...
That Is The Way It Is
Yesterday evening, I got an email from the FDDC the body responsible for economic and financial crime in the country. I have been contacting them since one year now, asking me to reapply for the recovery of the tuition fee I paid to a school in London. In the mail, I was asked to follow application format as if I am in the exam hall taking examination. I just knew what that nonsense instruction means, they were looking tor excuse not to attend to me or one for not contacting me since one year now. Then they ended their diatribe that I should be aware that they don’t take commission or percent...
Cocky
I was enjoying my smoothest bowel movement in months when the doorbell rang. “Focus” I coached my intestines as they threatened to concertina in fright. “Aahhh” I brwww.onedoor.cceathed out, sighing loudly to drown out the continued buzzing. I surveyed the log that symbolised all the unwanted baggage of the year for a moment before pushing the flush. Feeling considerably lighter, I swung the front door briskly open. No-one. I was congratulating myself on having avoided some unwanted encounter when a loud screech startled me nearly out of my skin. Settling the thin cotton of my sarong more firmly round my wa...
My Bully Dates My Sister
I attended an all-white high school in Ephrata, Washington — a small sleepy farming town with little to do. My white mom slept with a Black dude, whom I've yet to meet, and well, here I am. I hadn't seen another person of color. At least not in person. If Menace II Society and 2Pac represented Black culture, I was more than okay with that. I watched MTV when Mom wasn't home, and the dangerous lives they purported to live resonated with the anger I had for being misunderstood. Even though I lived in a small town, I wasn't immune to racism. Folks in this conservative town feared what they couldn...