Well On The Street.

In Response: Daily Prompt:  Street A small scene at the well, a corner near Palace, Lagos Island, Nigeria. kemi walks into the big compound, there are lots of people with buckets, sitting, standing and talking at the same time. she sights the well at the far end, her countenance changes. KEMI: ( pushes two buckets away, picks up a pink…
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What If My Name Isn’t What It Is?

If this wasn’t my name? The way and manner that he introduces himself amuses me. Picture this. Hi! My name is Kolade Phillips. Or this, hello, i am Kolade, Kolade Cole. This person is my brother and he loves his name so much, especially his surname that it emits pride, a safe kinda pride anyways. I am his no nonsense,…
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The Third Page Of My Autobiography.

A lady/man sits cross legged at a railway park engrossed in the contents of a book. He/she looks up occasionally just in time to watch the environment,  then goes back to bury himself/ herself in the book. The book… Page three. 11. …Eleven, the number of remembrance, a probably forced one because the memories appeared so faint or maybe I made…
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DIRGE.

She said you kicked the bucket, I said the bucket died instead. If the two lines of cane at eleven, That bore your stripes on my tail, The one that you flogged me those days, Can give you rest, pomp and humbled nest, I would give it away. So that you may become whole again. Startled, i heard  a stifled…
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